e. e. Cummings Poem

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(meet)t(touch)
ems crouch(
lunge
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starings rinsed with
thoroughly million yells they
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stab are

(slopped givers of not)bang
spurting mesh(faith
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most fe(hug)males(one-t
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a)glazed mind layed in a
that which we who’re alive in spite of mirrors

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