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Demurring dreams In solitude, A feeling came. It came too soon, Concomitant With feeling due. Annex the black To white to blue, Diaphanous, And dormant truths. Convivial To ones "forsooth".
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
In the Middle
Demurring dreams In solitude, A feeling came. It came too soon, Concomitant With feeling due. Annex the black To white to blue, Diaphanous, And dormant truths. Convivial To ones "forsooth".
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
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