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sorry poem

from floor to ceiling
have we no shame?
the body may confine
stuff of the moon
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
there were three in the meadow by the brook
i see all human wits
give me
mysterious night
noises that strive to tear
she burst fierce wine
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
city that is not a city

 



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