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[kap32141]

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
>From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to

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[louisie]

i love robert frost.
he paints pictures in my head.
<3

[kap32141]

me too! and i miss you and hodge 4786476473643738 x's!!!!!

<3