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Could get together and make, From between you and my unstable living, Some calm, in correlations.

Yet, the first little minute filling up Evening with white thanks,

I see you’re back with struggle in my mind; Far from my reasons in the knowing day.

* And I’ll be trying, in any case; In any degree, trying — And likely boring;— Because these pictures will not double for you.

My prurience flowers in academic editions,

Brought to bed excerpted; they won’t state

My thought but by suggestion. Good enough?

* Let me send you some small, sleepy gift. Here is that ‘human love’— Heard better now, because the howling distance: It must get real, get realising, be Reconstituted. Must be obvious.


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