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StringsThere are strings. Nine strings? No, nine of some-wheres, / plus one black when. Back then, they wer
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Dec 12, 2013
look forWhat you should look for isn't . what the screen tells you (it) is(n't) suspicious, Look for . not w
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Aug 18, 2013
There but forThere but for now. here, The grace of unknowable gods goes. me a mere trace of what they can be, I d
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Aug 6, 2013
the rain bowedThe rain bowed, deep, and the sky spoke in strokes of cheap yellow about how its time is short, or s
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Jun 28, 2013
As pretty as deathIt's not all pretty. this life. me. But what's not, can be. Pretty. It's not all sweetness, and ligh
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Jun 25, 2013
said isn't toldsaid isn't told. said / isn't telling. i've told / the hours to slow. / i've told / minutes. i've to
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Mar 29, 2013
i am what cani find, and i've found the seconds / stay still, and / they move faster as i count them. / i've coun
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Mar 29, 2013
falls, fallingthis dark-proud night doesn't fall, its partner light / leaves. i did fall, falling into a night / t
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Mar 29, 2013
In this time of rapture, moonbeams scatterWhen you weaned me from the waning moon, / its milky cusps, winking welcome / moods of starry surren
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Mar 14, 2013
dozen-n'tA dozen starlings / dozing in the evening sun / doesn't dare the season's end. / It dozen-n't, dare
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Mar 10, 2013
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