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After twighlight,
At her desk,
She ponders the implications of signing in crayon..
The outline of horse’s hooves are tattooed into the drought baked road. White clay gravel hard, and the echo ...
ten billion light years away a star explodes its light still out there building the iron for my car the dust that built our planet earth ...
Bollywood ringtones Brighten my film noire mornings On suburban trains
little girl sweeps herself across the park a pretty burn of yellow cloth ...
in death she will leave the shape of a cat
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Sophia says her painting wasn’t inspired by anything in particular, she thought she might just paint.