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Bus
Contributed by
matt73
on
Monday, 10th December 2007 @ 05:43:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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It's a slow suspend of our veering selves. It's a slower scape from our colliding wake. This sequence of never worn happening is happening now, and full of time to delve under and over and out.
These scenes of leaning cities, leaning on our will's of wit and ready. Unfolding and molding a land to bare a naked and sacred sense of same, tangled with a sense of more to wear.
We can decide to suspend our veer and stay here and stray.
We can, but we'll miss our bus.
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matt73
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2007-12-10 17:43:57] (Date/Time posted on
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