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a man spoke softly rarely never painted pictures only etchings; creeping flaking soft white space slender, black loose he never spilled never toppled what was this man what was it made him what hour poured him forth what pastel day of which year molded this man; cursed him to place him among hyenas
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Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
a man
a man spoke softly rarely never painted pictures only etchings; creeping flaking soft white space slender, black loose he never spilled never toppled what was this man what was it made him what hour poured him forth what pastel day of which year molded this man; cursed him to place him among hyenas
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Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
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