e. e. Cummings Poem

nonsun blob a

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nonsun blob a
cold to
skylessness
sticking fire

my are your
are birds our all
and one gone
away the they

leaf of ghosts some
few creep there
here or on
unearth

neither could say
what freedom's not some under's mere above

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