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Electricity is talking; we understand losing interest in conversations. creating land. droplets of ice define the day August ends in the middle of May intrepid peeling; scabs of the earth the hands fail; a dumbed feeling Eins, the seeing blind have never seen on screen, a shape of many faces in through the open windows outdoors smoke dries the unseen. air dry. so paragon goners repulse the cleaver the system has failed so much detail to attention when pink isn’t even a color time is wasted on time itself unfortunate cookie wires once made you. complete. ask for the answer to the question is nothing Zwei light birds on a wire the happenstance, the fire where hell listens, there sight is drawn selfishly we glare and mourn ******* ice cubes yelling “Jesus may…” cold as **** the cesspool lay. So, maybe I’m over thinking this.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
Zwo, drei, vier
Electricity is talking; we understand losing interest in conversations. creating land. droplets of ice define the day August ends in the middle of May intrepid peeling; scabs of the earth the hands fail; a dumbed feeling Eins, the seeing blind have never seen on screen, a shape of many faces in through the open windows outdoors smoke dries the unseen. air dry. so paragon goners repulse the cleaver the system has failed so much detail to attention when pink isn’t even a color time is wasted on time itself unfortunate cookie wires once made you. complete. ask for the answer to the question is nothing Zwei light birds on a wire the happenstance, the fire where hell listens, there sight is drawn selfishly we glare and mourn ******* ice cubes yelling “Jesus may…” cold as **** the cesspool lay. So, maybe I’m over thinking this.
Posted on 27th September 2013 7:55pm Edited by Harish Nair (http://glimpsesoflucidity.tumblr.com/)
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
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