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like all fallen things,
he is before time,
with his rush of wings,
and I fail
in the light of not knowing him
posted by name of the rose at 8:48 p.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
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