M -
throbbed sweeps, M -
crushed sea, M - between
phantom minutes
each had art particular, unshaven, & small
M - could a little voice of them sink
this increased answering dream
have space to themselves, M -
the fires once lapping M -
now red-gold sentinels speaking M -'s honor,
where what's unsure is mirth M - as "bird-struck
sun," M -, "given up again"
old forthcoming M - soon stirred,
so gloves with M - & brick, M -, of bad azure, fire -
M - to sign bursts, informed & M - do have enough -
voice lads, M - , to these lost gentlemen
cite them a number of afternoon length
M - uncombed, hours pass in elementary fashion
the sea M - so admired crushed between
their phantom minutes, these minutes fretted sciences
like rhymes are riddled, M -, with things almost stars
some avenues showed contrary, M -, they showed
M - fretted by minutes with things nearly M -
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