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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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If we must part,
      Then let it be like this;
Not heart on heart,
      Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss;
But touch mine hand and say;
'Until tomorrow or some other day,
      If we must part.'

Words are so weak
      When love hath been so strong:
Let silence speak:
      'Life is a little while, and love is long;
A time to sow and reap,
And after harvest a long time to sleep,
      But words are weak.'