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the acrid unease of incence emaciating the mind hangs in the air at the edge of the forest where the dew drops wither the sorrows of the moon where shaped and tailed eyes pacified only by a satisfaction of images that buzz in frenzied movements savored and perverse strangle in black, scarlet, white and pink divergent parallels the quantum connection of memory listen to the deformation of silence and tease the disunity of attempted cohesive geometry where nothing is heard but strained articulated color by shaped and tailed eyes
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
The Forest
the acrid unease of incence emaciating the mind hangs in the air at the edge of the forest where the dew drops wither the sorrows of the moon where shaped and tailed eyes pacified only by a satisfaction of images that buzz in frenzied movements savored and perverse strangle in black, scarlet, white and pink divergent parallels the quantum connection of memory listen to the deformation of silence and tease the disunity of attempted cohesive geometry where nothing is heard but strained articulated color by shaped and tailed eyes
edgar-whitman-wilde
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
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