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seeds sprout sow the very unhappy love lost the un-kempt un-fertilized loneliness of sodden rows planted carefully that fail to burst no matter the care tended tendrils  from the next row creep  in to loose upon the soils a magnum opus somehow someday becomes roots becomes the next day's soil the next world's good   a next field open
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
we must **** these fields
seeds sprout sow the very unhappy love lost the un-kempt un-fertilized loneliness of sodden rows planted carefully that fail to burst no matter the care tended tendrils  from the next row creep  in to loose upon the soils a magnum opus somehow someday becomes roots becomes the next day's soil the next world's good   a next field open
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
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