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Post by thefleetsin on Jul 7, 2018 22:32:45 GMT
imagine there's no image
the curvature of the radiated glow box had reached an apex of enhanced forget me nots where the once nuisance clots were glossed over in exchange for perfectly composited skin tones nestled in digital zones forever reassuring the clones peace was a long awaited dream home mirrored and chromed.
i imagined there's no image only hearts as treasured thrones and somehow knew i would never be alone.
sjw 07/07/18 inspired at this very moment in time by number forty seven of my one hundred.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems
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