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Pretty sure my T thinks I have a paternal transference. I'm not certain he's wrong either and that's just EMBARRASSING! I mean, dude is almost the same age as me...
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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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