Anyone else remember staying up all night talking with friends about silly crushes back in the day? Like how you could say the same thing over and over and still be understood?
I feel like I want to do the same thing now, but talk about my T instead of some cute boy...
So, who's up for an all night convo about how much we miss our Ts... I'll even put the kettle on... 
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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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