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your winter time draws near as the perfectly circular moon spills its perfect circle of light deeply defined concentric roundness and note the shadows in his eyes glimmering white lights and don't go near destruction lies in children's hands perfection comes with age and paper wrapped with wood or brass and mounted on the wall did you hear your children call? then the colors come alive and your perfect circles are perfectly nothing perfectly lost as girls giggle and turn away and your perfect concentric i built a snowman in your honor
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Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 6:52 PM UTC
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your winter time draws near as the perfectly circular moon spills its perfect circle of light deeply defined concentric roundness and note the shadows in his eyes glimmering white lights and don't go near destruction lies in children's hands perfection comes with age and paper wrapped with wood or brass and mounted on the wall did you hear your children call? then the colors come alive and your perfect circles are perfectly nothing perfectly lost as girls giggle and turn away and your perfect concentric i built a snowman in your honor
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Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 6:52 PM UTC
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