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Friday, August 25, 2017

singing like (cummings)

along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart,singing like
an idiot,whispering like a drunken man

who(at a certain corner,suddenly)meets
the tall policeman of my mind.

e. e. cummings, from "Five"

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