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| & above the window. The right ordering of the lovers from my past. But they are all there, always, never less than, always waiting for me to change. The present can be worthy, but not in time to alter the past. Explicit text betrays our uniformity to a predictable occurance of behaviors. You, beside me there, who you might be --there, in the clefts of the rock, in the secrets of the stairs? |