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By a day's difference, and a night's indifference...angelic flight looses evasion what was embrace. The repose of memory blighted by forgetfulness...seven constitutions ago that personified the goodly week of creation. Incontinent, now...to All Things small that were big. Admonished whole by the changeable-- thou fairest...unwell. Supping thy chinny chin chin--with world-wearied, and wearying palms... overgrow The Garden in hopes it may obscure The Fall.
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Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC
Seven Constitutions Ago
By a day's difference, and a night's indifference...angelic flight looses evasion what was embrace. The repose of memory blighted by forgetfulness...seven constitutions ago that personified the goodly week of creation. Incontinent, now...to All Things small that were big. Admonished whole by the changeable-- thou fairest...unwell. Supping thy chinny chin chin--with world-wearied, and wearying palms... overgrow The Garden in hopes it may obscure The Fall.
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Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC
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