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waiting for water to boil in the dark, and the moon did sweep under me as flame atop stove does curl beneath kettle and I was struck by a whispering of the birds of my tears cat standing beside me so high rose I so low I fell and then the beauty was silent and blue and the only utterings were a flame atop a stove so bring me tea bring me coffee so I may see and lift the kindred hearts from beneath the soil and let me beseech them this: love unto me as only I will as only I can as only I am
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:32 PM UTC
waiting for water to boil in the dark
waiting for water to boil in the dark, and the moon did sweep under me as flame atop stove does curl beneath kettle and I was struck by a whispering of the birds of my tears cat standing beside me so high rose I so low I fell and then the beauty was silent and blue and the only utterings were a flame atop a stove so bring me tea bring me coffee so I may see and lift the kindred hearts from beneath the soil and let me beseech them this: love unto me as only I will as only I can as only I am
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:32 PM UTC
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