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Telephone poles thrown in stitches across the never-ending blanket -- that you stopped following somewhere after an indie rock concert. The pattern that gavels crusades on segmented streets--loss balance bookshelves. Times when tongue-tied families test the lengths of rapture and abundance, both mouths tired and one eye black--a sock monster. A dog outside barking and lists, and lists, and lists, and so on. All this while you watch the tide fall and rise.
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
"I've seen things you wouldn't believe. I've lost things you wouldn't understand." -Matt Smith, Doctor Who
Telephone poles thrown in stitches across the never-ending blanket -- that you stopped following somewhere after an indie rock concert. The pattern that gavels crusades on segmented streets--loss balance bookshelves. Times when tongue-tied families test the lengths of rapture and abundance, both mouths tired and one eye black--a sock monster. A dog outside barking and lists, and lists, and lists, and so on. All this while you watch the tide fall and rise.
joseph-s-c-pope
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
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