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  • Once more into the abyss of the time beyond. November 4, 2017
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Sarai Austin


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2010/FORGOT

Sometimes I still
have to look up
desert,
or lose occasionally
or recommend,
misplace lose itself.
The way he used to
talk about the
days you can’t
spell of.
One of those things
I never forgot.

1/29/2010

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