Saturday, March 13, 2010

Your Hungry Snows Comments

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The family sleeps in gloom, and I am just waking up:
And the world hasn’t recognized me, just as I haven’t yet learned
The gloom of all of these flowers:
I am absolutely imperfect and beautiful, and I am going down on
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

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