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August 22, 2008 in Life, Poems | No comments
A door just opened on a street – I, lost, was passing by – An instant’s width of warmth disclosed, And wealth, and company.
The door as sudden shut, and I, I, lost, was passing by, – Lost doubly, but by contrast most, Enlightening misery.
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