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Who we are now being the toll taken, On behalf of each moment we relapse- the mind's Choir, Transformations, now;  until we cease to be In position's symptomatic with abandon desire . From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death- We're bent under times unbearable weight, between each of the two, I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse, Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
Turning Over a New Leaf
Who we are now being the toll taken, On behalf of each moment we relapse- the mind's Choir, Transformations, now;  until we cease to be In position's symptomatic with abandon desire . From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death- We're bent under times unbearable weight, between each of the two, I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse, Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.
first writing of the new year, inspired after reading Sara Teasdale's ' Strange Victory' .
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
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