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one hundred and fifty four degrees: ‘some winged boy’s remains…’

Archaeologists ~ Wintersleep

one hundred and fifty four

There’s a point, in history. Where, the word. Love. Finds, itself. Attached, to ‘d’. For death, perhaps. Did, discard. Something, suffixed. Anyway. Whispering, as it shifts. From present. Participle. To past.

I loved you, once.

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Preserve the heart and lungs…

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2 comments on “one hundred and fifty four degrees: ‘some winged boy’s remains…’

  1. countingducks
    March 4, 2013

    That got a smile from me. Very amusing figure in the foreground

    • circulartree
      March 5, 2013

      Love smiles! Ah this little Egyptian cat has traveled with me for over 10 years, a gift from my biological father. Looks a bit like a cross between a cat and Anubis. Hence the song…

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