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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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noun

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

Writers often choose accommodation when discussing complex ideas.

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The black slots of their pupils take me in.

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
t is like being mailed into space, A thin, silly message. They stand about in grandmotherly disguise,All wig curls and yellow teeth And hard, marbly baas. I come to wheel ruts, and water