joys faces friends
feet terrors fate
hands silence eyes
love laughter death
(dreams hopes despairs)
Once
.........happened
nowhere else
imagine
..............Now
rapidly this
(a
....forest has slowly
Murdered the House)
hole swallows it
..........................self
while nobody
(and stars moon
sun fall rise come
go rain snow)
remembers
--e. e. cummings
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