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tho I know better
I should not want
for words
I cannot find –
those which fault
to fall
beyond my memory become
let these keys
remember –
embracing verse the same
let my mind be free
to fill
pages I remain
as one
a vowel –
a broken line
who shall tell me
I am wrong
when all I sought
to do –
was ease my pen

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