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Do my ears look big in this? You’d tell me if they did, Right? Cause my forearm clashes with my pants. ...
The lights in the street are gold or white or blue.
The primitive grass says nothing of what’s to come. ...
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 ...
grey dawn thin old moon alone and radiant
The wind rhymes with the sound of their pants
brushing against their legs. The music must shift
to a higher register, whenever the diesel trains roar. ...
sun after rain a fox dares me to cross her path
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