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Current mood:at work Category: Writing and Poetry
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And you that ache so much to be sublime, And you that feed yourselves with your descent, What comes of all your visions and your fears? Poets and Kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discotent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.
EA Robinson
9:54 PM
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