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buried beneath warm feathered blankets in the rust tinted morning glow, two exhausted soft breathing still bodies lie next to me fast asleep, I awake. 5:40 AM. the clement essence of worn clothing and moth eaten Sage daintily flow, unharmed.
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Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC
Weymouth Street
buried beneath warm feathered blankets in the rust tinted morning glow, two exhausted soft breathing still bodies lie next to me fast asleep, I awake. 5:40 AM. the clement essence of worn clothing and moth eaten Sage daintily flow, unharmed.
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Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC
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