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Oceans spills from tear ducts skin shimmers salty. Mosaic flashlight plays shadow puppets on the empty portrait hung for show. Vanity and glamour wander like stick figures in skinny jeans collapsing in a laundromat. Soiled, in need of sorting. Hand wash gentle. The lizard with a busted heat lamp and empty fish tank crawls over salty rocks and looks deadpan into the weeping eye of human shadow.
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
Shadow play
Oceans spills from tear ducts skin shimmers salty. Mosaic flashlight plays shadow puppets on the empty portrait hung for show. Vanity and glamour wander like stick figures in skinny jeans collapsing in a laundromat. Soiled, in need of sorting. Hand wash gentle. The lizard with a busted heat lamp and empty fish tank crawls over salty rocks and looks deadpan into the weeping eye of human shadow.
JaycubJ
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
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