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the dark-heat night
of unshelved books
and wordless sky
"Time is living me."
(J L Borges, 1969)
posted by name of the rose at 11:32 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
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
"Time is living me."
(J L Borges, 1969)
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