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spelt: the uneven the folding of into mouths– grass; between tickles and niggling of thigh sweated and hot through muscle of wine, over the lips breaking a dash of light ; sound (and not sound too) ––– there is a doe a starling and a thick beam of golden wheat parts the sun into white manifolds of burning health: (wither which, into each should go all those summers afore the snow) .
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
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spelt: the uneven the folding of into mouths– grass; between tickles and niggling of thigh sweated and hot through muscle of wine, over the lips breaking a dash of light ; sound (and not sound too) ––– there is a doe a starling and a thick beam of golden wheat parts the sun into white manifolds of burning health: (wither which, into each should go all those summers afore the snow) .
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Aug 21, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
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