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🦋 Two epigraphs

"Be quiet the doctor's wife said gently, let's all keep quiet, there are times when words serve no purpose, if only I, too, could weep, say everything with tears, not have to speak in order to be understood."
-- Blindness, Jose Saramago

"Doc tried calling her name but of course words out here were only words."
-- Inherent Vice, Thomas Pynchon

posted evening of Sunday, October 19th, 2014
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Of course out here words were just words, and we
we were trying not to speak, to weep only, say all things with tears
with tears themselves verbal
anacronistic tears
our fears
shining on the surface
of our lachrymose exchange

posted evening of October 19th, 2014 by The Modesto Kid

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