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In their stuttering whisper, crumbs engender sparks...what mouths could not manage. Grist for relative mills, measures broken against blind eyes--square foot afterthoughts. Crumbled particulates of the only feast.
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
Crumbs
In their stuttering whisper, crumbs engender sparks...what mouths could not manage. Grist for relative mills, measures broken against blind eyes--square foot afterthoughts. Crumbled particulates of the only feast.
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
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