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Jun 30
One Summer night I lingered late
With pensive gaze and idle pose,
Intending there to contemplate
The wistful, blue tobacco plumes
That rose augmented and illumed,
EnlivenedΒ Β by the beaming moon
Whose living light in raining columns
Brought a landscape into view.


Reclining with a cigarette
In shade of cypress silhouettes;
Upon the trembling page I scrawled
The very strangeness that I saw,
When fairly faintly I perceived
The queerest notion I received;
That I could not draw the night
For the night was drawing me.
kieran dacey boylan
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kieran dacey boylan  29/M/Sydney
(29/M/Sydney)   
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