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  Posted: Jun 21, 2012 9:16 AM FEED
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Posted: Jun 22, 2012 11:21 AM
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My underground propeller. It reeks of laughter, and smells like cigarette.
Posted: Jun 22, 2012 10:28 AM
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Behind these bright lights, are the edges of the earth. Oh the lights, they turn me.
Posted: Jun 21, 2012 9:20 AM
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"The lagoon. That little lake, like there. Where the ducks are. You know?" "Yeah, what about it?" "We'll, you know the ducks that swim around in it? In the springtime and all? Do you happen to know where they go in the wintertime, by any chance?"
Like fireflies in playful display, our lights glimmer in color and awe.
Us underground dwellers, we breathe at last.
Posted: Jun 18, 2012 9:58 AM
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