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bloodjetpoetry
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feet on empty railroad tracks
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birdmad
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the cars on this arterial stretch of freeway thast runs like an aorta through the city center this little green expanse of grass and the copper-plated library Central Avenue i'd love to leave a time_lapse_camera there in the night and let it catch the river of light
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i hated passing through the gardens and that awesome harmonica player on the lawn sometimes as i made my way to class every morning because i was always about to be late. it's always a pity rushing past beauty.
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emmi
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beauty is a passing feeling
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W.C.
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View the world through the eyes of a man dead and walking. I do.
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that's beuatiful... but when i look at the world in this way... i can not sleep.. because i can't believe that i am alive to witness such beautiful things...
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whitematter
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im only a thought passing by, take no notice. i am only a flicker of a cluster of neurons. too fleeting to capture.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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