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This morning's dew point, Lower than inside air, Silver gray condensate, Shades window glare. Like a night beat cop Patrolling lover's park, Fogged windows beacon passions' pant, Sync-ed heaves chug parallel tracks, Engine-caboose lurch to subsiding sighs.
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:38 AM UTC
Dew Point
This morning's dew point, Lower than inside air, Silver gray condensate, Shades window glare. Like a night beat cop Patrolling lover's park, Fogged windows beacon passions' pant, Sync-ed heaves chug parallel tracks, Engine-caboose lurch to subsiding sighs.
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:38 AM UTC
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