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In the middle of the faded moonlight I awake Hellish black surrounds me—my eyes ache to peer under the shut blinds beneath it reveals a splendor so fine Never before sought Tranquility from its image I wrought So I started to the fence of my backyard And after my clamber over, I found my skin marred Barely a wound, I said A noise, angry and loud, told me to flee from his homestead Too beautiful the Earth was here, too precious the vision That I devoured up the hemlock then, and died in the garden
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Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
The Garden Over the Fence
In the middle of the faded moonlight I awake Hellish black surrounds me—my eyes ache to peer under the shut blinds beneath it reveals a splendor so fine Never before sought Tranquility from its image I wrought So I started to the fence of my backyard And after my clamber over, I found my skin marred Barely a wound, I said A noise, angry and loud, told me to flee from his homestead Too beautiful the Earth was here, too precious the vision That I devoured up the hemlock then, and died in the garden
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Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
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