You never wore the moon as pearlsas other girls, believed they could.
Another world you pursued,
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vicious abundance of phase
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in the silence of the bloody ear
before ingested of the poet, we hear
a little the inner landscape bought
to that place of prejudice
....
in simplistic tone upon the bloody ear
comes
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bring me your landscapes
your seascapes and your prejudice
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occasioned of landscape happenstance in stretching view
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if in the ridging landscape, gouged in pressure
of the glacier, we might dream of fenny streams
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