| Uneventfully / and pleasantly I go on putting on weight |
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| Violets have withered |
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| Stars in the great sky fall in confusion |
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| Die for a thing like that? |
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| The Little man I always see on the streetcar |
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| A Useless letter, long, yet to be finished |
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| Arm for a pillow, fragrance of hair |
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| Sucked into the hillside darkness |
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| Even while pillowing her lap |
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| Name known, but no relations or kin in this place |
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