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it is funny, you will be dead some day. By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be dead knead of lustfulhunched deeplytoplay lips and stare the gross fuzzy-pash —dead—and the dark gold delicately smash…. grass,and the stars,of my shoulder in stead. It is a funny,thing. And you will be and i and all the days and nights that matter knocked by sun moon jabbed ****** with ecstasy ….tremble (not knowing how much better than me will you like the rain’s face and the rich improbable hands of the Wind)
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It Is Funny, You Will Be Dead Some Day
it is funny, you will be dead some day. By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be dead knead of lustfulhunched deeplytoplay lips and stare the gross fuzzy-pash —dead—and the dark gold delicately smash…. grass,and the stars,of my shoulder in stead. It is a funny,thing. And you will be and i and all the days and nights that matter knocked by sun moon jabbed ****** with ecstasy ….tremble (not knowing how much better than me will you like the rain’s face and the rich improbable hands of the Wind)
E. E. Cummings
1894 - 1962/Male/American