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Vanilla mint chai the taste attaches to refracted light from the gothic stained glass Ornate banisters mingle with the curves of human perspective human inspiration Golden tunes pulse my brain to desire a crawl between literatures into historical corridors To escape the biting cold of the streets to perch upon an easy wave of knowledge and knowledge yet gained that would be living the dream
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
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Vanilla mint chai the taste attaches to refracted light from the gothic stained glass Ornate banisters mingle with the curves of human perspective human inspiration Golden tunes pulse my brain to desire a crawl between literatures into historical corridors To escape the biting cold of the streets to perch upon an easy wave of knowledge and knowledge yet gained that would be living the dream
written at, what seems to be, a thrift store of books
rebecca-sherer
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
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