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The infinite; staircase growing in the interior, Men are but fractions of life, Like a shiver in the wind, Small salvating-tart percussion, The passionate thoughts of appetite, Dwindling in the idea that we live, Tumbling down flights, as monkeys with stone arms in tall tress, the desolate; froze over in the hunger of the exterior.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
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The infinite; staircase growing in the interior, Men are but fractions of life, Like a shiver in the wind, Small salvating-tart percussion, The passionate thoughts of appetite, Dwindling in the idea that we live, Tumbling down flights, as monkeys with stone arms in tall tress, the desolate; froze over in the hunger of the exterior.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
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