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quiet, quiet she is dancing silent skin moving under the twisting lights cracking unnoticeably quietly, like the morning sun a leaf falls to the ground slowly withering on the way spiraling, turning, falling apart mixing with her skin and the gutter starts to fill up and as it floats down to the sea no one notices a few vital body parts sinking into the mud the light on the walls create visions she imagines they are places the gutter passes by so her eyes can see she forgets where she is she is a windmill of bones, creaking, breaking, falling they are trees standing still and tall soon I will be among fish, she thinks the wind doesn't bother fish she is dancing they are watching and the lightning is about to strike quiet, quiet
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
Windmills and fish
quiet, quiet she is dancing silent skin moving under the twisting lights cracking unnoticeably quietly, like the morning sun a leaf falls to the ground slowly withering on the way spiraling, turning, falling apart mixing with her skin and the gutter starts to fill up and as it floats down to the sea no one notices a few vital body parts sinking into the mud the light on the walls create visions she imagines they are places the gutter passes by so her eyes can see she forgets where she is she is a windmill of bones, creaking, breaking, falling they are trees standing still and tall soon I will be among fish, she thinks the wind doesn't bother fish she is dancing they are watching and the lightning is about to strike quiet, quiet
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
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