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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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Telling the truth or giving a true result; exact; not defective or faulty

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And brim; the city melts like sugar.

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
crocodile of small girls Knotting and stopping, ill-assorted, in blue uniforms,Opens to swallow me. I’m a stone, a stick, One child drops a barrette of pink plastic;None of them seem to notice. Their shrill, gravelly gossip’s funneled off.Now silence after silence offers itself.