Friday, September 4, 2015
4 september
in the space where there is nowhere left to breathe - press open the door and burn down the clouds - there is no gate but a key - turned both ways, in and over again - rise so the weight is counted - wait so the street is crossed - no one needs to go out, no one needs to stay in - straight outta compromise and over the hill
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