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Last night I dreamed we were a tribe of fossil children
Entombed in an ancient castle of soul
Bat blind under sheer black seas,
The next morning I awoke amidst the angels
Spinning fiercely on looms of light
Escaping death.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-03-24 at 02:38
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