26 September 2012
e e cummings I love you, you dead beautiful soul you
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what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
excerpt from poem 75 in 100 selected poems
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i love this.
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