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Monday, 4 March 2019

Aglow Like Rayon


Panting, immobile, pierced starry with so much wonder and yet a "whatever for?" feeling. Your libraries lullabies offer as much comfort as abysses. In the desert and on the open highway you get chased down by cop cars glittering like beetles, eyes read heat haze as permanence disintegrating. Roy Orbison says there's a secret whispered on the wind. I turn up the radio.


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