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Cryptobotanical detergent odors stripe the city Luna has just hidden away, but I still see Polaris clearly I’m engaged in my shadowgrave, cresting mist in duality, paved The weary and their cars reviving ......idling I, as them with dew’d shoulders silk-enclosured

As horizons bezel gradients, startlers find no more entertainment in the beat and return with the owls to roost until the city goes back to sleep


There was a different smell that Spring We departed the country, but never left Mutual youthful surreality, kisses in the back seat