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not i , Turn this lift upon its shoulder into up making music of neck: sinew febrile alive with dancing electric sometimes sound of mouth; and by how of fingers alight with such ungrace to hurt is a beautiful poem faster than light is quick through the blinds cut into a trillion thinness of glowing dust– (it can barely to feel) the stroking boy sigh of tonguefully aware thighs. flah ton decarb by girl cheek of inching into seams, pollen thickly sealed. (a rose of night and sword of day; with which vein'd marvels play – ) tumbling trill and awake with sight: to see where dark and skein are tight ) ––––––––––––––––––––––– a not caving self of into daring stem ****** burnt , reeling and said .
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
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not i , Turn this lift upon its shoulder into up making music of neck: sinew febrile alive with dancing electric sometimes sound of mouth; and by how of fingers alight with such ungrace to hurt is a beautiful poem faster than light is quick through the blinds cut into a trillion thinness of glowing dust– (it can barely to feel) the stroking boy sigh of tonguefully aware thighs. flah ton decarb by girl cheek of inching into seams, pollen thickly sealed. (a rose of night and sword of day; with which vein'd marvels play – ) tumbling trill and awake with sight: to see where dark and skein are tight ) ––––––––––––––––––––––– a not caving self of into daring stem ****** burnt , reeling and said .
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
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