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I Drew a Hair I drew a hair from my sandwich and held it to the light: his or mine? His eyes are near the blue of one of your pale skies - August, say. I laid my ear to the moss of his chest and imagined your great heart, booming beneath fields.
His eyes are near the blue of one of your pale skies - August, say.
I laid my ear to the moss of his chest and imagined your great heart, booming beneath fields.
