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So-Full Rush

Words that lie contained.. in wait our fingertips, ensnared    by hand of poet we lull, suspended ..something's comin' on. We reread points.. on entry that so-full rush felt just before, the touch That equal drift of snow.. and worship spinning, on a vane romance.. of the same 

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