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since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approves,and kisses are a far better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry–the best gesture of my brain is less thanyour eyelids’ flutter which sayswe are for eachother: thenlaugh, leaning back in my armsfor life’s not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis
