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progressive insanities of
    a pioneer

vintergatan

triumf att finnas till...

who knows if the moon's
    a balloon

a valediction

being to timelessness
    as it's to time

shall I compare thee
    to a summer's day

the cubist break-up
    (verses 7 and 12)

excerpts from
    this compost

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
      Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
      And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
      And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
      By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer sall not fade,
      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
      When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
           So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
           So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.