Beyond The Brittle Towns Asleep
E. E. Cummings
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of foam in the last light thread the creeping shores as out of dumb strong hands infinite the erect deep upon me in the last light pours its eyeless miles the chattering sunset ludicrously dies,i hear only tidewings in the last light twitching at the world
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