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Early hours; the parts of sleep      recalled;           a fly opening         it's silk cocoon,    a foetus moving in a jelly womb,    irises and corneas          assembling into eyes                     eager to explore                 a world outside;       those first times when regrets are                abstract concepts                              not feelings                         growing roots        in subconscious pools; all the things I'd redo,               my deepest desire                               to be anew
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
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Early hours; the parts of sleep      recalled;           a fly opening         it's silk cocoon,    a foetus moving in a jelly womb,    irises and corneas          assembling into eyes                     eager to explore                 a world outside;       those first times when regrets are                abstract concepts                              not feelings                         growing roots        in subconscious pools; all the things I'd redo,               my deepest desire                               to be anew
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
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