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As soon as

dès que dès que dès que

and dès que the day has dribbled

and dès que the day has driveled

and dès que the day has scribbled

onto a plastic table of wood.

dès que the day could sing

dès que the day could mend

dès que the day could tell

us to drop our fainting pens

we'd be trampled under the roll of the hours.

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Jan 4, 2012
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