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and they walked on like clouds float on the blood red sun on rivers run waterfalls you see flow one way and molds don't notice what they decay a quiet drum to quell those flashes canvas white for bold stroked splashes pointedly naming because of growth grown awake again because of what my mind knows bearing what brunt? this is the purpose in the thicket noises form onslaughts planting bones to grow dreams lost and these eyes are sharper now cutting through balloons in air I want to hope for old eyes, as if growth was easy
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
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and they walked on like clouds float on the blood red sun on rivers run waterfalls you see flow one way and molds don't notice what they decay a quiet drum to quell those flashes canvas white for bold stroked splashes pointedly naming because of growth grown awake again because of what my mind knows bearing what brunt? this is the purpose in the thicket noises form onslaughts planting bones to grow dreams lost and these eyes are sharper now cutting through balloons in air I want to hope for old eyes, as if growth was easy
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
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