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enter me thy hands of cool etherizing that i might suddenly (a flock of intense doves) become my skin some curving ofs starlight(inAmsterdamwhere a flower left me the rich improbable hands of the wind
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
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enter me thy hands of cool etherizing that i might suddenly (a flock of intense doves) become my skin some curving ofs starlight(inAmsterdamwhere a flower left me the rich improbable hands of the wind
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
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