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I'm with Restin on this. You will know. In fact, I literally laughed out loud when I saw your post (in a good way!). I'm so deep in transference I just don't even... ;-)
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At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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