Who knows what feeling is,
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dark a force on this side,
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light on the other,
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gelatin silver, as if the clouds
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were serving spoons
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or a possible remark thought
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better of,
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a couch someone just left
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how many fathoms deep,
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no breasts,
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lush pubic hair,
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no hands
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but these collectors of dark,
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even these white ones.