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on and on
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
when i go back to earth
some one complained to the master
i am fevered
awful truths these be
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
night was black and drear
to come so soon to this imagined dark
white foam flower, red flame flower

 



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