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Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.And be it gash or gold it will not comeAgain in this identical disguise
Gwendolyn Brooks
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Surely--But I am very off from that.From surely. From indeed. From the decent arrowthat was my clean naivete and my faith.This morning, men deliver wounds and death.They will deliver death and wounds tomorrow.And I doubt all. You. Or a violet
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