ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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instant fantasyThese are not all my own work i have borrowed deeply from time and owe much to the wind that blows through the crooked hooks of trees every thought is real in the world of my imagination and probing intimately i find room for all our fantasies but cannot find the one whose fantasy is my reality Accidentals (2008) |
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