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In what at least Seemed anger the Aquarians in the basement Had been perfecting a device. For making sense to us If only briefly and on pain Of incommunication ever after. Now look who's here. Our prodigal Sunset. Just passing through from Isfahan. Filled him by the glass. Disorients [...]. James Merrill
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
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In what at least Seemed anger the Aquarians in the basement Had been perfecting a device. For making sense to us If only briefly and on pain Of incommunication ever after. Now look who's here. Our prodigal Sunset. Just passing through from Isfahan. Filled him by the glass. Disorients [...]. James Merrill
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Oct 27, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
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