| from "is 5": Four: XII... e.e. cummings... |
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you being in love will tell who softly asks in love, |
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am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely to become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean: entirely having in my careful how careful arms created this at length inexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure-you go from several persons: believe me that strangers arrive when i have kissed you into a memory slowly, oh seriously -that since and if you disappear |
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solemnly myselves ask "life, the question how do i drink dream smile |
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and how do i prefer this face to another and why do i weep eat sleep-what does the whole intend" they wonder. oh and they cry "to be, being, that i am alive this absurd fraction in its lowest terms with everything cancelled but shadows -what does it all come down to? love? Love if you like and i like, for the reason that i hate people and lean out of this window is love, love and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason |
| that i do not fall into this street is love." |
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