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Deep Blue

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DylanSeto

Published: Apr 27, 2017

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spinning in deep blue chess.
flutes echo underground
haunted by wolves,
I reach my hands into your pockets
pull worlds out your mind

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Apr 28, 2017

This sound like magic!
I used to pull words out of her pocket, anyway I have a question for you:

King in a site of bots or a respected mercenary in the deep blue web?

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