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Thursday, April 5, 2007

On Being 28

Stirring a spoon in a hot cup of tea,
Observing the wheatish whirl, I thought
Of the gruesome Gyre,
And of my impotence.
The Limits of my swirling cupidity.
shahzeb khan
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