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to all my waking hoursTo all my waking hours, / Spent on wilting beds of flowers, / To all my moments wrest, / Come sweetl
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May 23, 2019
Humid HighsMy calendar is empty, June to December, / Ingesting synthetic Alzheimer's, ‘til I can't remember, /
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May 23, 2019
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