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From the eleventh floor the world looks small and possible The cars black and white parked perpendicular to the curb parallel to each other are keys ebony and ivory I reach out through the window and play the street like a piano
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
Mikrokosmos
From the eleventh floor the world looks small and possible The cars black and white parked perpendicular to the curb parallel to each other are keys ebony and ivory I reach out through the window and play the street like a piano
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
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