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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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The air to orange

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
efore the distances they pin evaporate,Weighting the pale sky with a solider color.But they only dissolve and dissolve Like a series of promises, as I step forward. There is no life higher than the grasstopsOr the hearts of sheep, and the windPours by like destiny, bendingEverything in one direction. I can feel it trying