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Moment forgot being shot back by perception at the crack of a straightened back, Sounds inhale the expectations, But what I'm hearing is just the rolled paper smack, Sillage of smoke, brown herb stained with chemicals, stains my browning lungs. Moment forgot, she's taken in synthesized orenada, but known pretender. music makes moment remembered, Derive in reverse thoughts release, at peace Just cotton caught in the breeze, ladders won't stand against the clouds, a stilt for the mind is her trick. Moment forgot,   that quick. © 2015 Kate Volk
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 3:58 AM UTC
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Moment forgot being shot back by perception at the crack of a straightened back, Sounds inhale the expectations, But what I'm hearing is just the rolled paper smack, Sillage of smoke, brown herb stained with chemicals, stains my browning lungs. Moment forgot, she's taken in synthesized orenada, but known pretender. music makes moment remembered, Derive in reverse thoughts release, at peace Just cotton caught in the breeze, ladders won't stand against the clouds, a stilt for the mind is her trick. Moment forgot,   that quick. © 2015 Kate Volk
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Oct 12, 2013
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