I Cant Stop Myself Sometimes

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    The first true sign of love is anger: What we

    need, we're likely to resent. Each needing, needed, leaned on, leaning, No longer free standing stone and white. The wistful, tender fear of finity Yields a darker shimmer of sublimity. Now indeed some sunny, delicate blight Inaugurates a subterranean keening. None can turn...
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    Jun 27, 2014
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