Something 2
the little thing of me
said something
and the ears of all
closed and the feet
of all walked like walked
like after-supper-time
and the why-so-cold moon
said (or else I heard)
always is it so and
let me show you how
now to die you
little throbbing thing
but I knew already
I knew
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