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Apr 2013
I was going to write a long poem about expectations
and how they poison perceptions and **** relationships,
but I realized that my expectations of the would-be piece
are what kept it from ever happening;

I wrote out a few pages of material, but I highlighted it all and replaced it with what you see now.
Who knows?

Perhaps that's more poignant than what I would have written.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
(29/We're all a bit mad here.)   
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   ---, Pen Lux and Batya
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