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[shotfrombehind]

its the way it feels to take your boots off after a long hard day
or sunshine hitting your face in the dead of winter

its scattered like a stoned dream.
over and forgotten.

inter-pre-tation is as individual as a thumb print.
personally i find beauty in a properties decay. (unique character_

-apply to melodic intervals with a fancy rythmic

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[_newfoundmass]

:)