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night                                                         this is texture of apparition       a little restless heat the cat crosses between balconies the cardboard set of the backs of city houses stage of charming murders and secrets the skies speed and health dominates           there's a detonation of the half moon then the treads of clouds                                     and a sharp code of shooting star we have no right                                             bathed with loving context we should behave to earn such a view but our smarts aim                                     at now't but hazard and flirt war dooms at beat for thunder the night skies become ominous                                      with our ruined broach suspended under every breath
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
(an opposition to massacre)
night                                                         this is texture of apparition       a little restless heat the cat crosses between balconies the cardboard set of the backs of city houses stage of charming murders and secrets the skies speed and health dominates           there's a detonation of the half moon then the treads of clouds                                     and a sharp code of shooting star we have no right                                             bathed with loving context we should behave to earn such a view but our smarts aim                                     at now't but hazard and flirt war dooms at beat for thunder the night skies become ominous                                      with our ruined broach suspended under every breath
[03/07/25 original notes written late after watching the movie The French Dispatch : night/this is a texture of visuals/an opposition to massacre/the cat crosses between balconies/the cardboard set of the backs of city houses/the skies speed and health dominates/the detonation of the half moon/treads the clouds and a code of sharp/shooting star/we have no right/we should behave to earn such a view/bathed with loving context/but our smarts aim at now't but hazard and flirt /war dooms at beat for thunder ?]
neth-jones
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
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