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If it is sunny in Europe The Dutch caws of misunderstood will hallow my pestle and mortar skull to round tinnitus into song; The French Fries will come with mayonnaise in a Bruges cafe, Light lines tracing dust in cycled prose. Light lines tracing medieval footsteps on a Roman road. Bonjour, old world. Mon nom est Kyran.
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
sunlight is the trickle of a distant star all over us
If it is sunny in Europe The Dutch caws of misunderstood will hallow my pestle and mortar skull to round tinnitus into song; The French Fries will come with mayonnaise in a Bruges cafe, Light lines tracing dust in cycled prose. Light lines tracing medieval footsteps on a Roman road. Bonjour, old world. Mon nom est Kyran.
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
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