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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