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...There's tooth and nail, fetters... dead center the ring mastery of this sun. Morning ever after...mass epidemic of surfacing qualities. Ragged sparrows scraping frozen mud...December-ing the divide of years. From bend to expanse, the faint overlay that builds. As each footfall becomes self-contained, and in that containment, arrival...abidance.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
December-ing the Divide of Years
...There's tooth and nail, fetters... dead center the ring mastery of this sun. Morning ever after...mass epidemic of surfacing qualities. Ragged sparrows scraping frozen mud...December-ing the divide of years. From bend to expanse, the faint overlay that builds. As each footfall becomes self-contained, and in that containment, arrival...abidance.
Onoma
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
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