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Monday, 18 November 2013
Mildly.
To the swallow of dusk,
What have you got for thy recipe?
Nay to anticipating quest,
Tis without necessity.
A relentless heart ?
Before time amputated one,
Nor gold or shine of fantasy.
What is real will be done.
> wolf
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