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Forgot Soul of dew Hurled. Dried by midday. ‘Tis a sensible hour. He is the one who is called Forgot. I am the one who is called Soul of dew. I am the one who is now Hurled Into an evanescent being, Only to dry Much too soon. Forgot soul of dew, hurled. Soul of dew Hurled, Forgot was too late.
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC
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Forgot Soul of dew Hurled. Dried by midday. ‘Tis a sensible hour. He is the one who is called Forgot. I am the one who is called Soul of dew. I am the one who is now Hurled Into an evanescent being, Only to dry Much too soon. Forgot soul of dew, hurled. Soul of dew Hurled, Forgot was too late.
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nat-yonce
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC
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