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#37

The field is wide and circular,
and the kids are running and playing.
and the edge is growing closer.
and the cliffs are growing higher.
And they're heading for the water,
crashing on the rocks.
And catcher's done,
The sonuvabitch.
He's in bed and writing. He's fallen off his toes into the tempest.
And they will too.
And that's Ok.

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  • Saint Irial
    September 21
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    Can't say I understand it completely. But it's good =)