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To a man, my Guides agree - I Drip with electricity In certain lights. This Scrap of flight, of Gilt and gold on moonless nights Exceeds all dreams Or simile: We've trebled what was meant to be!
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
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To a man, my Guides agree - I Drip with electricity In certain lights. This Scrap of flight, of Gilt and gold on moonless nights Exceeds all dreams Or simile: We've trebled what was meant to be!
andrew-lees
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
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