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triptych thursday
The future will be the past rewound.
Past wounds heal when time is lost.
Again is a gain in time as loss is rime. -
inches => years
When it was twelve there was a (quiet) quest against the asphyxiation of peace. -
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Yearn for what you cannot earn. -
for Ward
Toward ( feeling or flailing, swimming we ) -
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Words are people too. -
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Turgid and tired equivocation over the terms in which literature may be taken off of terminal care.