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Bird song
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Bird song
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to go,
forgetting quests and heroic conquests, guessing is what language does best as the smell of braizing meat collides with sound in the hot air.
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If we walk
as upright as heaven or crawl out from beneath a historic rock wrestling with ghosts and the echoes of all noise, then, futures
wiil be
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Where else does the idea of gods drop from the sky as if guano upon the open sea? Where else can
each cell of thought
23/6/02
(lefkadi)
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