"I rhymeTo see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
The main thing is to writefor the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lustthat imagines its haven like your hands at nightdreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast.You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous.Take off from here.
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The main thing is to writefor the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lustthat imagines its haven like your ...
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