patrick-wakefield-1Whisper

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!Either is the sun a bloodless folly trapped behind the mask of clouds? Only whispering its voice in errant brushes.
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Jul 25, 2010
{hearken this expanding glow / echo bravely stuttering oblivion / i'll uncouple and deep serenely
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Dec 23, 2010
}how my aching carpals howl stiff imposing glory / a to a page stark incredulity fouled / and blast a flock of stunning rabble
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Dec 23, 2010
*huh / thathee / this thy
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May 4, 2010
.01a city is a where a city is laying clumsily sprawling glittered / wrecks of cubes and / opaque
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May 15, 2011
1the legions of your / laughter march / across the bread of dawn
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Aug 21, 2010
10in the brief habitual habitat of / your strenuous lily leaps infinitely / to my lips
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Sep 4, 2010
11in caked in minute flexing avarice of the dumb spiteful sun i,m; / it laps constantly the empire of your ***** with its caving greedy / light
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Sep 4, 2010
12x went resonating careful din12x went resonating careful din / of bells spilt a peeling tone / from the. once quIet.
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May 19, 2010
19 pretty likes19prettylikes / (handsfeetandbound) / likespretty19
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Oct 31, 2012
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