You place the fight in my eye,
throw me a cape of illustration
the ideas ride along underneath,
in the hiccup of my photograph.
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throw me a cape of illustration
the ideas ride along underneath,
in the hiccup of my photograph.
_
if meaning is made of anything
the air feels full of florid messages from the future every black pebble I gather whispers reminders for later how easily your attention s...
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