| since feeling is first |
| who pays any attention |
| to the syntax of things |
| will never wholly kiss you; |
| wholly to be a fool |
| while Spring is in the world |
| my blood approves, |
| and kisses are a better fate |
| than wisdom |
| lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry |
| - the best gesture of my brain is less than |
| your eyelids' flutter which says |
| we are for each other: then |
| laugh, leaning back in my arms |
| for life's not a paragraph |
| And death i think is no parenthesis |
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