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You wish to believe in the opening and closing of flowers in falling stones filled with meaning in preposterous positions and overwhelming frissons; yet you are old and life has forced its finger into your stone face; to excavate a blood place; a tiny pool of black sweat; an eye
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
An Eye
You wish to believe in the opening and closing of flowers in falling stones filled with meaning in preposterous positions and overwhelming frissons; yet you are old and life has forced its finger into your stone face; to excavate a blood place; a tiny pool of black sweat; an eye
dan-corjescu
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
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