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The sing song of a child Aghast face making Wretch, guard, gild, hone, smelt, style The seasons snapping our backs, wild A love affair with God Bodies old as cast wax Stuffed with junipers, natron The future I regret; my past I laud
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
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The sing song of a child Aghast face making Wretch, guard, gild, hone, smelt, style The seasons snapping our backs, wild A love affair with God Bodies old as cast wax Stuffed with junipers, natron The future I regret; my past I laud
robert-c-ellis
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Greenville, SC
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
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