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8.29.2008
matriculate to snow
distance susceptible to containment comes to be felt slowly if I walk the quad ago infinity like the folder in my hand vivacity in body holographical professor tranced in Northrop Frye a secondary source and any breeze there is at four a.m. still whispers back I have not felt primary feeling toward Blake I seem to have ex -plained (as) -cavated hearth made happen -stance no one I talk to wants to understate the layers of tense and neutral panes of ice glands in my psyche chafe the nice mind I have read about for now alarming zeroes change the quality of intake breath corresponding to soft mention of god as limber spree of free time tethered to my neck the secret longing not to speak and to feel heaven is this hearth so portable I can be anywhere alone
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