Tuesday, 14 March 2017

peter's black balloons
a child's party for installs
with a bit of gloom
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  • (no title)
    I can hear the train Whistle, and distant rumbling, Makes me feel lonely
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    the hole by the fence and the absence of barking suggest i'm dogless.
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    you think i won't leave, your anger like a prison. freedom: happiness