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Torsos in windows, dark shadows, whispered laughter, and a wishbone stick. Sickly, spider trees rustle in the night breeze lightly. Streetlight beams find me. Nose growing cold. Walking from home all alone.
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
Night walk
Torsos in windows, dark shadows, whispered laughter, and a wishbone stick. Sickly, spider trees rustle in the night breeze lightly. Streetlight beams find me. Nose growing cold. Walking from home all alone.
l-gardener
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l-gardener
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
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