And under the stars
On a squinchy black night
We empty from bars
And make it seem slight.
It falls like scales
From our squinchy pale skin
Our teeth are like nails
It hurts to begin
We run through the streams
Through squinchy green grass
Our sin rolls in reams
We cry at this dras-
-tic
measure.
'Tis so sweet.
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I haven't felt much like blogging in nearly three months. I don't feel bad
about it either. It's not like I've been so bogged down with life I can't
find t...
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