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a slab-less crazing- mixture of papier-mâché; conformation of made-less things- quagmire bracing to break; lonesome drought- steer clear of my thirst; vacuum sealed lungs- anguish waiting to burst; - purified water: landfilled with kimberlites; there are spotless skies reflecting off sunspotted eyes; purified water: a laborer letting go; callouses like dandruff drift- like welcoming snow - a son lost comes home skies filled - no longer alone; dead rise again healed, hopeful, looking at him.
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Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 9:53 PM UTC
-I believe I will meet you in the clouds one day-
a slab-less crazing- mixture of papier-mâché; conformation of made-less things- quagmire bracing to break; lonesome drought- steer clear of my thirst; vacuum sealed lungs- anguish waiting to burst; - purified water: landfilled with kimberlites; there are spotless skies reflecting off sunspotted eyes; purified water: a laborer letting go; callouses like dandruff drift- like welcoming snow - a son lost comes home skies filled - no longer alone; dead rise again healed, hopeful, looking at him.
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Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 9:53 PM UTC
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