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Wet sleeve , You cry a passive requiem For mistletoe , and lips of him , But Grey - Eyes turned his head , and lips Are dust again . O God , that whim Of colored circles in the slip Of oil grinning on the track Should spin the Wheel for ...
Wet sleeve , You cry a passive requiem For mistletoe , and lips of him , But Grey - Eyes turned his head , and lips Are dust again . O God , that whim Of colored circles in the slip Of oil grinning on the track Should spin the Wheel for ...
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House flies had paused on his heat - cut lips , and when he blinked furiously to jar gnats from his eyes , sweat rolled down into them and stung like bees . Since daybreak , the shadows of buzzards , swooping between him and the sun ...
House flies had paused on his heat - cut lips , and when he blinked furiously to jar gnats from his eyes , sweat rolled down into them and stung like bees . Since daybreak , the shadows of buzzards , swooping between him and the sun ...
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... recalling the tilt her head took , The blue in her hands , almost three years Since 1 , thoughtfully at bay , forsook An appointed farewell on the brink Of ber departure , fearing to look On silent lips , having known her tears .
... recalling the tilt her head took , The blue in her hands , almost three years Since 1 , thoughtfully at bay , forsook An appointed farewell on the brink Of ber departure , fearing to look On silent lips , having known her tears .
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