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| birdmad |
when everything turns grey and the shine of all the bright new things is matted down with dust creeping around bending and swaying with shadows moving with a whisper like the breeze through the branches and the rattling, dry weeds make a home of the periphery of vision be the_sight_unseen my every breath is a cloud of smoke when i'm crowned_with_fire |
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