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E n d l e s s l y i n s p i r e d b y y o u :You, whom I once thoughtto be lost in the summer’s night,in sun-showers and the fervor of ripening;..
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how many new moonshave passed us oversince they ceased to pass us in between?Back when there were still bumpy ridesbeneath the twilight, there..
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When I long for the voices of othersI shall not sag into self-obsession,or treat their words as tokens of any fashion,collected one by one - each day ..
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Your eyes exploit my weaknesses;compromise my most intimate vulnerabilities.Agh! This is foolish love - things of a tease,and unto my heart, impossibl..
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