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p h y s i c a
by melancholy healed
in the half life of a star,
must hold desire fast well past
amorous tradesmen
pocketing diagnosis
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much/might
make/mulch
clumsily pronounced peeves
are no end
against is with
*
the breath of an animal
imagination a long winter
opening for light
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to recognize as mine ideas so foreign
as to seem some other’s
and what assent I gave
I now retract
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