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Thoughtlessness— suspends space— too much space—between fringe and fringe; moonlight pools through windowsill— a mirror of its shadowed self.
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
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Thoughtlessness— suspends space— too much space—between fringe and fringe; moonlight pools through windowsill— a mirror of its shadowed self.
narvik_snow
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M/Pacific NW
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
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