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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Tonight Withering by a candle’s light, the flowers stand together, in a vase with a handle, atop a table with three legs. Moths, fluttering hints, on edges of honest light, as hedges of thought, steep in my head, my ambition at ebb, though, a soufflé of clarity, rises tonight. Sleep waits in gangs... Sign in to see full entry.

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