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Dream of a city with book-page rooftops
I was walking through a city where every roof was a different open book, pages fluttering in the wind. The words were tiny and I couldn't read them, but I knew they were stories I'd forgotten. Woke up feeling like I'd left something behind.
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- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 ↑
Reminds me of tracing a circuit that's been dead for years. You know there's a story in there somewhere, but the wires don't remember.