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after three wildest hours and forty four raging minutes sitting up alone with no witness how can I quietly sleep and evade to dream any thorn-apples, foxholes mulberry trees in oddly detailed scenes and the like sequence of visions that chase me at will shredding my precision I better go somewhere else but treat me well when eyes need to rest electric lights cannot help so I've burn the cane tonight on a boggy shore and pallid fire came and high above owl roared
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
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after three wildest hours and forty four raging minutes sitting up alone with no witness how can I quietly sleep and evade to dream any thorn-apples, foxholes mulberry trees in oddly detailed scenes and the like sequence of visions that chase me at will shredding my precision I better go somewhere else but treat me well when eyes need to rest electric lights cannot help so I've burn the cane tonight on a boggy shore and pallid fire came and high above owl roared
last line, the most important one of a poem, was found in a novel of forgotten siberian writer)))
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
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