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Poem	a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon (where once good lips stalked or eyes firmly stir red) my mirror gives me on this afternoon; i am a shape that can but eat and turd ere with the dirt death shall him vastly gird a coward waiting clumsily to cease whom every perfect thing meanwhile doth miss; a hand's impression in an empty glove a soon forgotten tune a house for lease. I have never loved you dear as now i love behold this fool who in the month of June having certain stars and planets heard rose very slowly in a tight balloon until the smallening world became absurd; him did an archer spy(whose aim had erred never)and by that little trick or this he shot the aeronaut down into the abyss -and wonderfully i fell through the green groove of twilight striking into many a piece. I have never loved you dear as now i love god's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word; so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon) resembles something that has not occurred: i am a birdcage without any bird a collar looking for a dog a kiss without lips;a prayer lacking any knees but something beats within my shirt to prove he is undead who living noone is. I have never loved you dear as now i love. Hell(by most humble me which shall increase) open thy fire!for i have had some bliss of one small lady upon earth above; to whom i cry remembering her face i have never loved you dear as now i love
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