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High truth for a high court? Ha! I'd like to see it Down here, where the doubting Dowsers and diviners Give away their gifted Gimlet bits of wisdom, Scraping for escape and Scared of what they're saying. Dream a little dream of Dreary hours, sleeping, Finding where the fire Fries a firefly like Loving something lovely Loves yourself inside it 'Til the timer's ticking Tells you you're done cooking.
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
dream hollow (drottkvaett)
High truth for a high court? Ha! I'd like to see it Down here, where the doubting Dowsers and diviners Give away their gifted Gimlet bits of wisdom, Scraping for escape and Scared of what they're saying. Dream a little dream of Dreary hours, sleeping, Finding where the fire Fries a firefly like Loving something lovely Loves yourself inside it 'Til the timer's ticking Tells you you're done cooking.
I think these are technically supposed to be self-contained. Oops.
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
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