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jet of bitumen, a relaxed snaking coils in the seeking hand. tiny galaxies b u r s t and trinket words shatter all across the torched-glass plain---- frigid smouldering. honest candescence--insulation, clarity where the freshly birthed meet senex and ashen widows dissipate into thin air I find Havisham in the glow.
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
Ode to Heidegger
jet of bitumen, a relaxed snaking coils in the seeking hand. tiny galaxies b u r s t and trinket words shatter all across the torched-glass plain---- frigid smouldering. honest candescence--insulation, clarity where the freshly birthed meet senex and ashen widows dissipate into thin air I find Havisham in the glow.
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
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