a lyrical reality
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Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Skipper
Sunlight enters your aura, ruffling your eyelashes, burrowing into your eye sockets Your cheekbones begin to rise Your eyelashes retreat to their prospective locations Sending smoke signals to the top floor of the building Do not send an SOS
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