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Feb 2017
and not so long later it passed
not with a day nor a half
merely a quarter
but a blink of a name dearly spelled
comes what i learn-
the virtue is the refusal
of sight of all shades
but never that pact of white
not even a tinge of the grayest gray white.
© rekenerer
vol | letters to the king next to me
prāz
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prāz  somewhere temporary
(somewhere temporary)   
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