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the quiet always of death who leans into us a bit more each day and who's ivory stillness creeps death who steals crisp young petals from inMay trees death whose leagues upon miles upon fathoms of dreamless shuteyes strengthless and wilts mutest uncolour shall filch meoryou to soon from the other 's, unyouthing also, arms but death never will conquer the svelte instant of your smile or the unlank verdance of their snarling crimson imping with my lips soundless legions of eternal SUMMER
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
the quiet always
the quiet always of death who leans into us a bit more each day and who's ivory stillness creeps death who steals crisp young petals from inMay trees death whose leagues upon miles upon fathoms of dreamless shuteyes strengthless and wilts mutest uncolour shall filch meoryou to soon from the other 's, unyouthing also, arms but death never will conquer the svelte instant of your smile or the unlank verdance of their snarling crimson imping with my lips soundless legions of eternal SUMMER
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
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