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The cloud swallows the steel spires jagged teeth into nowhere structure and form digested my morning takes hold as I drive these concrete byways steady in lane my imagination is bound to follow the patterns set in rock yet I feel like mist.
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
Mist
The cloud swallows the steel spires jagged teeth into nowhere structure and form digested my morning takes hold as I drive these concrete byways steady in lane my imagination is bound to follow the patterns set in rock yet I feel like mist.
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
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