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a moment like a gun going off: too much, and too final, to ever guess the reasons why.
posted by Vy at
3:53 PM
A Life Measured Out With Coffee Spoons
For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? -T.S. Eliot
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