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I'd be interested in this too. T asked if I wanted to lay down before. I declined saying it would be weird, but part of me would like to try. He hasn't brought it up since though.
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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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