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blob of mercury flat level with boats sunk up to gunnels mirrored images the colour red into the silver shining shapes of shore buildings upside down half way along running our inlet singular calls pierce the deafness in this morn of a man going insane with sleepless
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Sleepless
blob of mercury flat level with boats sunk up to gunnels mirrored images the colour red into the silver shining shapes of shore buildings upside down half way along running our inlet singular calls pierce the deafness in this morn of a man going insane with sleepless
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
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