(and) and towards the horizon
Forever at mercy to the escape of images. Invisible walls, divisible stalls marked on the floors of a parking lot, a lark on cobalt light feet rot, I feed this perfect sight a seat sketched from graphite a cot, I meet my old might a lot but but then I fear the height of this drop as the next dot will reignite the foregot.
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Forever at mercy to the escape of images. Invisible walls, divisible stalls marked on the floors of a parking lot, a...
(and) and towards the horizon
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