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Two birds spiraling in the air following invisible currents not sure if they're fighting or dancing a singular bird detaches itself to join the black feathered tree a signal, a 6th sense and the sighing ascent whorling indrawn infinities in a parking lot mimic the wink of scales and whisper of movement unheard with torpedoed underwater shrapnel of individual forms vast landscapes made minuscule by little giants creating living patterns, unknown beasts, maybe sentient?
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
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Two birds spiraling in the air following invisible currents not sure if they're fighting or dancing a singular bird detaches itself to join the black feathered tree a signal, a 6th sense and the sighing ascent whorling indrawn infinities in a parking lot mimic the wink of scales and whisper of movement unheard with torpedoed underwater shrapnel of individual forms vast landscapes made minuscule by little giants creating living patterns, unknown beasts, maybe sentient?
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
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