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a wind of old nails broken stones the sky a guilt of rain all these stunted trees grasp over wet moss seagulls are unborn children that cry over the tundra this is the end of a measured world this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
The North Cape
a wind of old nails broken stones the sky a guilt of rain all these stunted trees grasp over wet moss seagulls are unborn children that cry over the tundra this is the end of a measured world this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld
the last line is so written with intent !
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
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