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Monarchy of the streets
The lines move swiftly in the street. Dancing together in the middle of the highway. Staying by each other's side and yet never touching. The yellow of dandelions painted on the asphalt road,
cracked and faded is separated by darkness.
The lines move swiftly in the street. Dancing together in the middle of the highway. Staying by each other's side and yet never touching....
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