#AmericanWriters
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
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O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens