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what are these words but the right to write to be joyous to be expedient to crook our arms beneath the weight of others to rest where rest is intimate (like the rest of us of Love of Spring of fully knowing) what it means to be joyous is to know it is as time is to season yearly it is to know her almost there if she, fully knowing, were almost here it is to be dear and daring to endure it is about mostly and entirely to forget Almost and remember Now it is to not write and not make sound it is just a parenthesis of How
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
joyous
what are these words but the right to write to be joyous to be expedient to crook our arms beneath the weight of others to rest where rest is intimate (like the rest of us of Love of Spring of fully knowing) what it means to be joyous is to know it is as time is to season yearly it is to know her almost there if she, fully knowing, were almost here it is to be dear and daring to endure it is about mostly and entirely to forget Almost and remember Now it is to not write and not make sound it is just a parenthesis of How
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
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