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4.15.2006
Vigil
You arise, low morning light, frail-webbed winged, thin boned- the night behind you, dark halo-ed corona; a body and its only gift- mortal ash-brown slumbering. This eye fills the room, a million emptied stars... long world, every hour glowing infinite waking.
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how do you keep doing
it time and time again?
thank you.
Nice!
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