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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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(usually a mass noun) Lodging in a dwelling or similar living quarters afforded to travellers in hotels or on cruise ships, or prisoners, etc.

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Stillborn

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
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hese poems do not live: it’s a sad diagnosis.They grew their toes and fingers well enough,Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.If they missed out on walking about like peopleIt wasn’t for any lack of mother love. O I cannot understand what happened to them! They are proper in shape and number and every part.They sit so nicely in the pickling fluid!
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