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Daydreaming
SPELL
Bradley Strahan
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It' s always far mountains, cities of jade and silver, towers half hidden on a misty ridge that draw the cracked lodestone of desire.
We ' re always leaving for incense islands, places of green water that speak of sun and brown lips tasting of salt and mango.
In crowded stations magnet-eyes burn in stranger ' s faces. Within its cage of bone the wingless moth strains toward a distant fire
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