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Publication After many years will I Attempt to take a book from my Leaves of crass verbal gesturing. It will benefit nobody but me And those who'll be validated by An echo of their own solitude, Some memento of forlornness' Facticity for us all. I shudder that I dare, my Heart cries should I dare not, for I And my heart believe differently What's of value here. I, none: that all is all already said And there no new revelations are; My heart, all: that my heart (I?) Some special universe is, That lives only in the light of your eyes. |
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