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To SeparateThis love is allEnormous a soulAnd serene an oceanOf treasonsAll out and thoughtOf horrors and pavillionsIn itself it collectsIn a cupHalf of it rainThe other cut intoShould hate existIt itself out of loveIn itself a vacuumVast and farA convultion revolvingAnd end
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