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The Finder of Faults |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
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We dreamt of sapphire dreams and kept them open, To the notions that lay between them. There were no tantrums that would carry to a din, No weights that could betray our whim Nor where whistles blowing for the silence of our sin We sat and wondered sleepily, how could the stars be growing? We men would say: their hats would be lighter still, And she would a-sunder. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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