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i have(foot brutally) in grass newly wet trod the lick of waifish damp greeness('tween toes particularly futile blushed)at beads of damson slung eve, falls A S T A R into earth SWELLS crystal keen glassy summer night crisply etched in sleeping trees FLOWERS!at whose gentler fullness the jagged suddenly cold of "goodbyesun" whispered the errant predictable mountain slunk fat in dark i
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
i have(foot brutally)
i have(foot brutally) in grass newly wet trod the lick of waifish damp greeness('tween toes particularly futile blushed)at beads of damson slung eve, falls A S T A R into earth SWELLS crystal keen glassy summer night crisply etched in sleeping trees FLOWERS!at whose gentler fullness the jagged suddenly cold of "goodbyesun" whispered the errant predictable mountain slunk fat in dark i
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
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