sifting the grain
The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve.
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fold me a microscope, and the enoughs
beijing smog and bots (go ahead and favorite me again, if you dare)
the post without a title (because i forgot to put one)
optimize me not, but quantify me quietly
it’s all about love, really
sometimes we make our own paradises
smarm and snark and shooters
open your eyes, and see with new ones
a responsibility to awe
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