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This path from Petworth to the drowsy metro is a bite of sun across cherry branch into the water head. Greenleaf ways & the grass throw of the hum rails cross the lefting memory of a ride in a salt shadow. Saturday's breath is sold to the hill & in return I get to keep the sweet javelin of her thought.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
First Street Song
This path from Petworth to the drowsy metro is a bite of sun across cherry branch into the water head. Greenleaf ways & the grass throw of the hum rails cross the lefting memory of a ride in a salt shadow. Saturday's breath is sold to the hill & in return I get to keep the sweet javelin of her thought.
EvanS
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
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