Ocellus
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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
fair thee well
I fade away
The scant clad of early eve
Clouds of milky water
Troops of the coming hither
Harbingers of the nigh
Linger amongst horizons
And under trees
Scathed air
Basking in iridescence
Asks not
Does not care one way or the other
Does not care
Have I the whithertoall?
Is there reason to this?
To me?
Answer not
It is well known
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