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Slow pains sparkle like tin pans most nights Most nights when we sleep on our sides and our wrists Yours; mine; I cannot tell without more pause but All the same they are inescapable yet effervescent. [If Faulkner uses abject one more time I will...] There are troubles with this tongue and this teeth And I cannot express them now but in time In time, all the mistakes will be crossed out.
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Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 8:30 PM UTC
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Slow pains sparkle like tin pans most nights Most nights when we sleep on our sides and our wrists Yours; mine; I cannot tell without more pause but All the same they are inescapable yet effervescent. [If Faulkner uses abject one more time I will...] There are troubles with this tongue and this teeth And I cannot express them now but in time In time, all the mistakes will be crossed out.
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Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 8:30 PM UTC
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