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I will not go softly leaving the fallen and broach upon your sight; I will not shiver coldly waking at the gathering of a nihilating night; I will not reason lightly speaking your name and numbered days;        I choose the wily river        to bend and straighten the sounds        of your longing breaths        and ease the burden        given by each willful caress.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
when you guide me gently
I will not go softly leaving the fallen and broach upon your sight; I will not shiver coldly waking at the gathering of a nihilating night; I will not reason lightly speaking your name and numbered days;        I choose the wily river        to bend and straighten the sounds        of your longing breaths        and ease the burden        given by each willful caress.
m-g-hsieh
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
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