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Lately I find myself sitting on the desire to look up T on Facebook. I've never really wanted to before - previous T, yes, but not T...
I don't want to want to...
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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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