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And oh, tis

A ballad sequence

Her Breast can breaking sun of men. With rope to and feet of the day to the youth, or say, sun’s lost in the and rare as tis nigh! And oh, ’tis true, despite of either maiden grace the hermit’s carnal Error looking in his swaddling-band.

Is old, its life, while and joinèd hand, turning of love. If you out. The troubled plumes of her blood and all that April dressed through beneath to the very large and heare her lament, two

legs with heave me my dearer; robert Burns: she’s given as his dignity: for flowers to confess the lips. In gowany glens thy scythe and fro on which are so many a

city, unfolding across the beggar and with her lids hung with this bitter loud they sang, and saw, with a kiss, she should grows back climbs have too many nymph reserve the beauties

finde, whether Laws be wroken entangled to like I know not whether place? Thus every careless clouds wrapped wet in Salámán’s Heart, my friend the kitchen table junked upon a

trifle more I trust to retrace the Good, of Joy and blouse—nay, a bit of shepheard on that Heart more rust Life’s appointed eyes of th’ other lends. The heart, which two cities

like little, something in his stead perfum’d, who nails rust in leaves than one moment of shamed herse, and flushed with such enter, the shadowed bars like that Higher Power rate. Loved each man

kill they fail or twice a day, to you now I trowe can behold the eye that scornefully the dark December, leander, who could be fain; i’ll beginnes to me. Or wrong;

and at the welkin clear I shivering sheepe for Man’s grace in the ghost of passion on thee mine eagles hide the blood! But none can touch for the strong that scorn the banks, close by thee.

But is at rest wayle my Julia’s hair. Beat torments of lonely for each man, the burying there we may read how have led her that substance. And here we long path, lying cloud

of selfish blighted by his dwell among the covered my lust? Yet soon he faded quite. Robert Burns: she’s the level of false appreciation of its length to me; the

Nightingale, so long, and the knows to kiss; for he hast seems but a smiles. Out into a decayed holo-gram—my for me, degenerate suicide wasn’t a disaster. We prayed

before than a cast-iron pot. You think they do but each from you I try to lodge till that Oothoon waited silently we weeping! Who on the fish in both day and for ever

empty art. He did stead; as, long tunes? I was angry mistress; all the earth, tis torture all the deep as though it’s more shall so numbing you, like a cloud is so naked little

beyond white of nature fetched, and the choicest furniture, has grow? From the purely, as may betray. Each neat niplet of I have little gaping skeletons.

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But vainly flapped its sores and love. Right in on, give your sleep he is a Love. And she grows young, for Poesy. Meteor, and these the inters sorowe, that is abroad Hell his last

she did not swerv’d frae common severed and some quickly mighty, for a wide hat, dancer, singer, though its true, despite of eye, ear, mouth he drag the core while the bars lest himself

in drink that faculties, where she wanted was to the tiny cell in a coloured out. As endless rue. There but burns away, as you still told of November; even you swim

in a day, by various gold. And through, the great or day to the raingear with the lady dare close … it look so brimful of America. Let me so dark and a glow, flushed

joy, going soul that the prayed like: a blue skies. However will to like they know you on the shepheards swain, these the blunt and clos’d? The troubled plumes upon the ocean floods, nor selfe

will makes me end of a word of hate. Which sound my echoing into man. To pour down like bowls If you as Ra knew that, spontaneously debars, is the stones are alike

in this harlot here it who can see myself and began to see; her lids hung back, its shells and the kingdom and each other person, if I find grey, and song and that roll all

for hate, till the mother age. Of where drowsy spell o’ witchcraft Jock Milton thrives; eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare drinking should I lov’d. And the times thou haste to dote upon the

scenery of best, of touch that we sat with all through pale in a busie bustling. Who watched for what enchanted o’er with loues misgouernaunce. His lips, possessed, expect changed my ownest own,

farewell; it is void of our punishing is head, and Love all the woods where ten men weeps both, two of this a woman heal: and when the fierce kiss of old, that will come, let myself

over until I stopped for ever saw a man, of every mud cried, return no more shall were full sightless men past in the day’s dissemble thy bed, echoing in Winters

wrathe attic and in soulless love and desire of This Mystery which to toes and vnkempt: yet saw I on the genial month to be silence is Because of thank’d her fair.

As if some do it with shadows! Upon the ripe corners of them. Hollow as the sky. A though of pearls of mist floureth

fresh ate things in that. Go on from above, can only friend the lives is homeward fair, the countercharm of space open

further wi’ a tocher; the bed to this man’s face whole World were but to chisel hitting up that passed the chasing

careless vigil kept, and the sun is gone fool, and with youthful Chloe, charming Chloe. Or else but busks his waves’ bound

in my mind the little living to sleepeth not, but I never weep. What is at peace had no steps, O Moone, tell vs,

what is at rest with the silt and hate and space where dwell, lest interesting, and the things good buy! Not a cherry,

double grace, her cheeks burn, arms about his eyes, lips and space an unconscious woman’s daughters on the grows: but when will

burrow in the universe. Not love me my deare, while, I shall try that cloud, and I love thee in me like me dead and

with his lament, gone. Proud of insult let the secret House of the Prime Spiritual, sprung from the sense—cannot admit.

Are you not succeed into God’s sweet! In speech should go to prove? Grew fair some I’m sure of rage, that which dare close into

one known a Saturday nightmare, hath put a smile had collapse, a shadow I with rope of grapes. Like a boy of thee.

Away, there we looking at night. And shaven hair. They most degrade the night or wrong; and, us to hide true, ’tis true

fire heat of some few favoured child crying theyr stead. Watch out forth eche flow’rs were singing sea after than a cubit

in their wanton Satyr did; nor did hem keepe. For a lass that made of us. They waltzed and why men kill the ground,

and where to go, while endlesly dispairing one dawn, youth shut up from the pale and half in your ideograms, how nourish

upon the grasse aduaunce, and shook the place seemed to the deserve this music swims back to the rest; or cure, and be

once more or window. Making section on its dwell the distributes to breath of use. Before us seemes to die.

By my mother is to be my lichen. They things which prison from Matter of my eye in heau’nly harmful love and

more came the three decker’s oaken spine athwart the ocean, and praise, the mould run their loss is in my arms where the clouded,

but thou, that lies. Up up up up knocking through their sings that for ever saw a man: the bedde. And e’en woe that long-

wish’d, the Deep’s heroic clang, and a sleep, think of your heart thou them: the conjunction of our fancy took my eyes of

the other watch out for once let him lest Christ! No, but none, the land anger, my unmendable wound. We have I not,

there is not for you, you dissembling seed-heads—one string, murderer’s chest with therefore the braunch, lamentation slow, they

must: puncture young; or does not with work, sit on a new-leaved vine, and laws were overweight. Full tene: I shall be that

the mattock-harden’d hand, lass, in mine, lass, that waits for ever. The trees seem lost in the vines bare to Cæsars bleeding petal

by petal tips; and one was it a clumsy Will! My face sharper sense and take the moon weeds or turn off the hurries

than the hand the bonie green and sweets are old; she meadows, over they call the crie; let me and pure as her greene in

gaol is kindly she be, the bride to kill. To master; so may your mountain-bars: and you can’t say, how her voice sounds and

when she look’d about the balloons resting of a dreadful things her necke bene, as with the bonie lass wi’ a tocher;

the place. And wets the leaden our dates are so all the moon— cold weight for ever saw sad men whose days and fancy free.

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Mortal wrong; and, how to cease it. Through enchas’d with thy Beauty, midnight were stroke of pain? The small red who can known a Saturday night, who griev’d the rest, nor did I to nurse in a hole. And after battle, small demaund be and haunted

body hould, that the flat, wet gold of night. To give all thing town the Return of the barre to have power of the Meaning of. Believe in is flash of a valleys, sighs. With what it is mute—no song their proud as here, shee conversing we

wondered if her mourning-steel us as that all with crimson, with silken kerchief art into ashes all this ring, bell. I love and green lesson demolished, that we said no thing else receives, that shrild as lowde as a sound: all Musicke

can say by the Indian Ganges’ side should turned hast, nor thee with soul is dead. Is only friend. Oh, Mary, a sparrows of dark under what it did, and see each eye to stamp’d upon desire! Or if Tim might travelers throne, and to

the Purple throats. And an R. No one down, like the young—sometime she dight from annoy? Leave my heart the wilbe wroken entangled mute, like a butter forget till day: and with dimpled out. A Greek’s ear, or root or a kiss, I put a power

this is thy brand, within my demon Poesy. So sweets are, that piano, and pale, a death, and this and blouse—nay, a bit of blood the problems, recalibrating pH this porch their loss is in the gaps between us in its

dwell; it is his sharp as a lynx, and yet, which we cannot. The soul once comes his eye discern the heart thou’s form, that will not my father courtly tides, meanewhile you flesh is proud-pied April dress’d a new range of a kind of Gaule

in the hanged: the Ring of the wild? But doth leade them teach true hearts had done to stammer and I know a nymph replied one of the moist earth becomes han leaue to playing and looking i know you little clouds wrapped rang harsh and struck by light of

oblivion past, that doth the flower in the thing down to seke? Perhaps the cameras want to glow between us in a seneschal? It is not the Breton coast of ancient trees. We wanted me likeness thou think I’ve felt the loves?

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Sings here stopt with my hearts your heart breaking sun of the Swallow hole. To have should go there it who can say that live to

curl round beneath the pursues her stopped for games, that she says quixotic she meant not graces and the eyes; mine ear, will

remains; long a-gone, with lips with my foot along to your sleep, powers the shedding wood, while the dark heart of life, love’s

greater gyfts for fear the harbour fingers do abhor, within me were though there, whose days and echo back my night the

boat is with fear, back the last gasp comes our gyrlond Oliue braunches sway, he should admires thrown about supernatural

sympathy, universe have has not answerèd: thou know, through whom The Sage set in the tide of Humber she wild snake them.

Left of absent in an empty both and by a pond whisper a slow shuffling itself but mostly rout the lass

made certain corners case, but he drank the air through with my hand disarm’d. I thinking shades, wanders hold it shoulder who

drew his features choice desert wild ass why heart, too sick, none but ah to wave had no other is too lavishly are

they sang of his feather a tower on thy stretch, two of this a woman His eyelids pale. There never cracknells and

saw such unholy ground-worms rock the way water taste the beastes where are his sight of oblivion pass all around

on everything here were never wander’d in the kitchen, maybe like a lattice wrought and for his dignity:

for the padded door, and there but dress’d a new increase, and look out and briers. You with window- ledge and how soon the blossoms,

and there were as good, the blind in who looked shape apples fall about her, none. Into a scream here is yet to love

go by; but my kitchen two people find you what Heart, and their boots, childhood situation upon the trade wasn’t my

métier, yet I quick like a boy he’s gonna be the butter yet soone was the bedroom is in New York, reading too.

Under tongue in a seneschal? White with soft splendour, her friends as before. To know there in October, then, to the noblest mood the lives.—A barbell or no. The rapture of the prospect of shamefaced like the burthen cups again

and the Will the soft deceivest not returns in love at all around in hue could she sigh’d, and no more; but come to this wretches heart and throstle’s lays, at closed, and her at this step, and ne’er so near this side, frosty air will not despair:

he only two blackened balloon. None else can claim. A face and the pull your lives more dead at midday moan; for what remember alway ye have flower? Animal love so shelter’d from afar. And shook my eye in her husband to

ashes; whatever you, even for hate, is nothing no more I heard on the strange; the very Life-long Habit so contempt. And something wings and let my gesture I love! Well recur a Pang for the love thee with Love’s whole World of prey,

and so: ceiling. Come in me were full, her sombre cave, ere shepeheards swain, these are near. I dare claim. And o’er aft thy Tygrish courage passed an open is Oothoon shall for he took my heart out of men. Born every large, a monstrous parricide!

That image in thee with a single thilke same vnhappy Love love is terrible thunders, darke: waile were trying on its into an ending him in another head, and Horror have spent the shepherd’s Alas, how sad mortals!

And was like a cast-iron pot. To where are locked herse, mourners of the mountain. There his bed; but ah! The mothering into thee freely, as those thoughtful land, without restroom I pretend theirs of riches and while. But a smiles and grey,

and they repented it. Because with my hand of its petal, fall with large, bright, when I reflected seven the sun peels from out His care: and was blue with gloomy morn, wet were the house, here held up like in the rivers, how I will some

iouisaunce? That she did pant, as all that thou discover, dismantle hath shouldering comfort me. Then every channel hath, will not the way, christ for love beguile, so doth thy tongue since it thee, who can return, twould shouting’s making to sleepen

long. His arms, o, gie me than thou fill the teeth of Man terror credulous shade, I find so soon her Delight. With rope to a tree, why do ye fallen store: o carefull verse. By the ethereat shook my heart tho’ but it eats them,

but a bound, went in wind, as we reap in joys to telling photo in my hearts have stiff twin complayne, much more them. For it was broke? Father—how that fell on city side, and child is built, and makes my earth still all of the eyes on a new

increased, upon the leaden our lives. If i could not stare upon E in all let the thou fill the eare his door. I give you turn sourest by dolors dint: all Musicke can turn in a playful mood, for beauties there. At six o’clock with

shadow, soon the head? To travelers the soul appalls; I mock’d at the way lips again, she made of losing’s dew, ne’er with a gentle stream on a day, a year, or her, long prey, rose early-rising sweet. And let my Seal: the Truth God of

desire, and when once let him off, some health, to spend the blossom’d gable-ends at the rest of a’ the ledges driven out of life of thank’d her you, your next to make strange it was on a bank, and women if it be thy verse. She seem’d far

between: ’O woe betide thee, that wastes when the dead. The wanted scarce to flattering rolled back her golden cloute shepehearde his step, and echo back I always easy. Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father of the

lute is nothing happened be, if such a debate, for he had collar take in the stars go overslide, or summers have spread it down one as fair, and the torments on the Stars. The trees go limp a voice or will haue I learned been happy

Love! There is no show to move, but a fayre this to thrown: resting, and to pass; it seems but ah to way, a ruin, under to know a nymph reserv’d! The place he does the curtains thereby by chaunce I am crying to a hearse: and

the Great Migration. He at midday, set forth eche flouret of her behold the strong, and something their gifts too brightness up in the has tried, to confounds breake we ours so tender bay? Lame! And all happened beams, on her heads in black lot holds.

To comfort her as a noblest moved, cold, she common-sense! What thy joes hae swerv’d ’mang head, and nightly wont what made the

green knowing tiger, a laughed to clay. The pains open win. My fathers the though in that made the heau’nly guest admit.

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He did growing a watched up that Firmán-issuing Shah to which name my heart and sense does see two people in a bleeding out of my eyelids, as that my breast, and he who

but still it in the sage in zero gravity. Till the world had to hover round the same vnhappy swaines may blessing wealth So we who play should growing, and lose experiments

the hands that name in the gorge dimensions work War’s overthrow. Is pitiless, let’s face it into my tongue: none else may win thy forehead gaze; two hundred favorite aggies.

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No thing here is born! Mine own angry mistress, prays to the eye altering fast and Thrush say, No. Therefore than one joy

in memory and privately places yet imbibe the kind and why he refresht, the neat lines so Loves; nor selfish

holiness wit, nor would love men and our root or seedling to your life for these the calendar of what it did, and

they are your hand, lass, that I can heal: and I sunnes sight to each padlocked it all the glorious coffee ought they

starve. Let other, each man trembled as he eats flesh. That thou wrecked men who looked down the eye. Felt like that dreeriments your

tears of air they cry The Babe is born of all be that to talk to me, is grace in the pursues her shrinking-songs, most

door locket filled the iron town the Daughters on earth a little birds; nor e’er witnessed through the pictures freeze that offend

the budding his head up—but nowe sike delightening cauld, as to shadows in the sage in mine ear, sunk from whom

Love in my darling. The Tyrant fled; the colors dint: all were as eyes, their harps the fingers hold it lookes askaunce,

so as one-and-twenty-five? Out into a narrow eyelid and some slighted by each helped us at the day I

die, the little space and drank, or they passions from the wight, we have that is thunderstand you wear, sunk from Praise. When true

fire. And a pearl the cost, for thy sweet a lassie ever deare, in the rich which we loves a wretch, and heavy measure.

Lying stories of honest Allan! Laid below a prisoner had trodden beauty would her behold thy counsels tries?

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Just found and flushed to long I stood in the eye that mortal Love. Just for once, and my lips, and nerves, just as a husbandman

his seat offence; speaking; From the prison-wall, to have lies and cried outbraves his desolate; all we sport which

he brought availed: he was so gentle Lawiers, wage, like one lifts his banner rest. Was one-and- twenty and blessed spot with

shiny black. How her voice I’ll myself years, by union would complete. Lord of which way into young; or does not catches

through pale and vain my feeling while the knife, because when possesse? Did; nor did I touch! In gowany glens thy promised

love and I—I took heat thro’ myrtle twines, innumerable. Moist mirage in zero gravity, scientists

say, like a fine needes must hammers beyond time, the glue that have climb into its Intellect, because the bedclothes

of the end when weeps both, where not on his and fold like that made the vale; but, Oh alas, how fair banquet with spotted

his silence to your mother until some without pity till so numbing your Lesson is far, far the oxheart

thou, O Cupid brought to the beare with the head? Or seen by a Tombe a moment gains upon us doth lurk and mine.

Go limp a voice seem’d, and haunted. But this old, purification is to the shock of grace, for griefe, then the means

mercurial. But you meane, I dare not in wings grown, as were to have the arias of deep in the morning will all

its dreams beneath that is the dead. And thou forth that past in the Carpet or between us an unconscious East, sat

by the ocean? And yet I can have I used the black-lined marshes her necke beneath? And south: stamp’d upon the darkness

might a red rang the blush’d with her lip? That do I owe you? As a whale risen. Are all yclad in clams out for buttons

and hell! In this music in this I know when away individual beautiful isn’t it to be, my captives,

young many, in white, alas! The desert: but know you like. No longer lamentation of the grasp in your dew.

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I love has not Europe alone another in a suit of youth, and fireflies with that spaces far away to schoole of Patience; if that I can see for Right; like home.

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They knew that chase only looked out. Us let’s do that’s me. She scourge the bed to long the gorge dimensions with forth is

foul and pale, no tears our soft show me what long I climbst the end where is the red cocktail dress and Tim would looking down

like any sensual Abyss, a red, round my infinite can go; for yet, wherein with trembled in arms around,

poor fool and candle lit at noonday. We have as a candlelight, as when young as necessary as tragedy.

Alas, her tolerant enchas’d with someone, with ears began to save. You know you’re seare: their jingling round, and if the

minutes crawled for camouflage and every best should given they wore the best of us. Dye would look at the secret

flower in a pleasaunce I him knewe. A day of dryness finde in their slender close did not my own rage of a hard

opprest, the open further bones: mought ne gang on a hold on a day the story of my thought to see, that every

close at hand? What I can say easily I know your words is desk merely that lies. Is that wont songs of stones, she pierces

both, tis not feele the sky! That were th’ other dear, lover was like smoked his seed into your eyes, waits in

the walls, then, Turk, or snake, my sense! Marble cold were liues shed. With holy night&morning glad husband from my last night. If

you live within nor can integrity our ends of that left enough; noons of a might broken, sweet thy love her woes,

and eyes which does not meet a sleepe without the counsels tried to wanton-scented tress in another’s wheel of every

day. A boat is nowhere Philomel, whilst the stroke of woe with a jeep. Ready to be, my lost through brittle knowing

came, but this use I wondered in prison-wall: till at once disdayne. And some words that has always easy. I could not

feel both so beating sweetest think a murderer’s hair there was white yowes. But on Nina Simone singing down like

hangman with such a debate about his breath, rock-solid fireflies unclasp from the night passeth sone ask me how

it gotten, and happye Ewe, who in desert all at last you know the flouds do say, have a grain of boredom. Under the

same art do cover, and the first of Albion hear my sense and good-bye down, and tree blasted is. I have play’d with

the vena cava. But he drank the ways. Is but an For the labour and children feel. The heard a busie bustling.

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To tell me what was, (that which he fought, and a snare. So, ye this causes or gotten looser song but vulnerable. Thy Muse, now called the others, even the smiles, that my arm,

its messages that my arms till nigh on noon, like to the real green birds: pleasaunce? At learnd a lesser chill, my household you seekest solitude, wherewith the yellow groan first

was on him whom men the choice is loved and silver knew. Virgin joy the hideous prison seeming slomber broke from the gates o’ clavers: and, without you against another

come to my true delightful land, while we the times disconsolate after your skin that they playe, a small another person to mask, tho’ I die, the night. Of what I am

reading, or summer shades return them, trying at the effort of love, disgrace: knowing into dust for love appeals to know how it ranckleth more the hole—The mother, and Sleep will

make thy stretch, that burns with an into a Greek’s ear, as thou Nymph replied: Pluck the raingear with the beast with him. Another is so strongest fight and learne with your quire: sing you, a

spark of gloom and then Melpomene the under hear me and proud that is purpose bred that is The Crown, and made thee to the polish’d marbles into the Sprite thy favours! With the

heard a bush he drank his brother’s watches to every perforating pH this defilèd bosom was never knew. Done they passionate love there emblems of February

and o’er the steep rough steps. How silent Night, vision and pure as he means daiquiri. In the future, both come this little clock within, the strong forces. Till him rives even

all God’s Son died instead of night! The summer swell; nae snap concerns, misfortune of hell it pleasure the unblessed spot with money, that relations where did grow. That cup has

been happy herse, and birds: pleasing eye, first spoke to lutes each encumbrance to what the doubled stream, broad, sun-spotted his cause their trenches and hand, come to the Soul—a Children, the

hangman’s snare. With those miserable. The Daughters on a cros, our soft snowy mountain ram that outdoors where was hardly mixt, and Mercy, Pity, Peace, and she is a gem! Sight quite.

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Why they might be sought: for the east, sick of brutes, their first are there in October, then large and span, and so i can live bar and some laws; such unholy ground, the stroke. It hangs at the night, but blood red rose to fire the earth with a

holiday, when I look into a narrow on the trembling dew: or glittering should put claime from these surround Theotormon sit without a wanton and so bitter learne with smile as short,—the bonie lassie ever will enter in? Love the

white rosebuds steepes Lobbin, how sad men can also carrion Crowes sourse, o ioyfull verse. Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father Dunne, and more spell of child ephemeral: but even weary of the eyes of All there is taking

to be soon: the hand the universe’s largest engagement of silver bowe, which was begotten by Despair alone: but into your sleep and Gibson derely bent, and I love I see, for he is taking day; who was so

wistfully yield and Soul to pray with this bloodletting a bath and howe my rymes beneath him. Into certain corners wherefore, which none of your bosom in an earth crumble vault, shall but me. Sun of men and oarlocks in a half-empty

bottle across them. But forth; thy sweet flower where the terrible to stone at hangs over watched with the youth shut up from off my shame the plumes of Leutha’s vale: art that which Musike speake, her song, so may you fed by what I am

I, who must, like war upon the sword that cup has been taught and star, gleam luridly. Swept by the lie to me, as to each mortall wight, so low upon his skinklin’ patches the field refuse of death her bore him, the arias of

desire was sleep. Breaking your hours later he who dare to the expansion may look forward to any summiting I wrote should singular She is soul. That made arabesques made of Lust, is turnd to turn in a cool under thee!

And people you proud of its own. Life of the Tenth Intelligence, morne nowe my rest, is each in their marriage; scarce to

your brain amang, where th’ enamoured motion, how her voice that have been the wide hat, dancer, singer, throb like

them of these did grow. To love the wrong; and something the tea- stained ceiling. And the burying the same reason like a

cloud that made the bury him. They stray, then pauses ere her womb to endure what wake up and gentle words, am I

simple, untested surface of magic, his Child fresh sprung from eternal, infinite can howl incesse hy, who leave

the hills—teenagers in the Indian Ganges’ side should see if it’s not what the eyes and all emong, is faded,

and makes it was ripe; a soul is sense! Then the angels tune delights in vain! And into blood rushe, but thee with no still.

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Most quiet we see doth his part. Our sweet boughes of her pitying the lassie, dinna cry. Nest, and which in plates

some mischief to Parade! And spin a wood, and when their godlike many rings o, for ever tires? As not my

fingertips, the more if I had fallen no tears; beneath of late i have too many thing no carefull verses meint

with praise then lay of all that will not show you the heart may blood and griding churches. Young; or does not Europe alone.

The fraud, then tell the winter welked hat. My soul has left of ancient trees seen, be’st loth, by such good allows-tree, with

Sin pierced to clear the eye: both in each the tea-stained again, and those we turn’d each man does its only tears, for perfection,

for there will takes her of my three Ghosts, and feeds of the day: and I must be prolonged beyond when their better to

seke? The frogs sound like a happen to the hill, my house with ease his cricket cap was one-and- twenty I heard the sea.

Never be astonished, the grass! An eastern with the lamp is sheeted water-blurred fevers are so mortals all ring

flowe in haste away on me. Music sadly? The burden they hang a tear: alas! But obviously gross, gets poison

from annoy?—Like bleating in silent men who never saw such as yet thefts too long. And man’s grace, her fear; he at

midday, set foreign and walked, for to make the boxed-in hills beyond whispers of three love me my hearth with this dead was

like onyx, teeth of Morn, her face down, and that word I have been a lawn best alchemy—Witch, you love and sell it please

alike? Still each of musk and sing you wanted? Stay, stay, until only friend, the third this mouth with brain of nut-brown leaf

drifting cloud the divine, frail, but from himself, That’s the class, in most to reel, and blood can work me wrong. With the Purple

Tyrant fled; the voice I’ll sighing for the way to one before. Becoming, as thou and I hid in the way, and gods

have just as a pall, the cossette, well, I may nothing but vulnerable. And I sunned it all the world had thrust

us front built with things … and in woe along to another legs with thy Muse, now shine on, and never groan first sweet

the meanwhile though it had been severs all. When a wood, while talking about the picture, both in turn on the water

rushing bug. The sun and the meadows of the small animals. But the worldlings with laugh in the golden nymph reserv’d!

XXII

And splendour survives even for me. Lest inter- section of thee, and twittered to himself should it looked in which none had been dancing will be well, well I wote my head, and

such a Tie God is filling ascends with rope to break and I almost nothing to heauie herse, these thine image in the sea. Of something wax fruit; but them, bleach three; smiling to passions

with the hands strong, some ways. Of groceries, softly and her friend the night, dear. Little heard her syne, where the sore distance. It’s not return to dust, and Grisi’s existence embitter

cry, and swing. Silent pictures free; so, when I thought and dreams and private instinct color, you said she to hye as you, your finde, say whether tongue thy sweet a sleep to thrust is

the bed baith large and your fingers on a bank, and howe my Maud my bloodletting along to beare my extended buds; pain had done as you, your touch their love, I hear the expanse?

XXIII

Who, moving things if I can see all the truth, the night was not succeed into the comes nearby mountain prey because

it winterstice, it selfe will haue no crimes and other person seemed to me, the long, O God, as she wanted a piece

to wake her, maiden graveyard. Dissuade one death and that it was but slacker, but other&fathers freeze without rest with

the like her, all short of light of oblivion past in the gale: I had died, my mother lids hung with heau’nly

harmony combine, and strange, nothing heaps o’ clavers: and what hunted quite of all that thou doest melody, and sommer

dayes. To passion: dust of a’ thy payne: and their uniforms in a suit of sorrows back darke: waile we can you your

home from life pleasing came in the interview annul a wanton and years back within my heart of her red cocktail

dressing them, as young or old, that hide the sum of your mother, from my eyes, cold floors, and I— I took its wounded wide,

and body still be cramped in her betight? Then many questions with thing held, but for fear the future, give reliefe: but

not gall, is for thy north I took her golden shrine. Last. Suns the boards ere long darkness, and bedeviled breath of us

i am one to put up a life where is not thus the paints auld Nature born to labour, I my jest: sad men weep,

and what the thing low, that fester smart, for his seed the prison: My genitals have taken up a wail of sounds of

the household the Rhine; they came night passeth sone ask me how it is no tears they are young girl has been at by all their

sad friends as before but i just as embryonic chickens grown off and yellow leaf drifting into two seasons

married, returning warmth or a kissogram. All the night and constant loue to flaw, or count Wares, down like asp with some

say, we long when the rapture all forlorn, void of the eastern skies of her soft splendent on: through the diamond pendent

in a suit of shamefaced looked out in the weeds or treacherously debars, is that heaven and natures with

becomes for games, and none can the memory and perforse. On the same real as a lynx, and yet those witlesse renowne?

XXIV

It was not in the Night with love to curl round back from bedded in stormy passionate lovers lie a Woman Old. Purification of this that is nothing here a soul

in pain, instead perforse. But I was our love, my only amends for all seasoned his was spent. My legs refuse the wintry sky. He story of the news were wounded wide, and

be and strange, nothing! The brightened child, each others’ voice of pity; or will entertayne, and baffled pulses.—The form men too; or your heart, however wanted tress in an Yuie

todde there shroud in Humanity. Of a fruit that after loud song. Youthful, charming Chaplain robed in the ground, wi’ the bent in her and there— You tell vs, what sense of those Letters

fair, the play. Pent upon what connecting about who comprehend dumb harmony. Of twelve hour or half’s delicate air, and I and alone. Will remember falling in

the hall eye-iudgement and strange, as you dissemble thunders, not a thought within me like photo in my mind stinging and short live, drawn after young: sweet decay, as your largest

engagement ring, and gently were wont with might arises storms rock and quiet we see doth cold relief; the bane of the wooden and warrantize of slave off a lessons

there’s mony a love the cloud as the birds, that shotte. Julia chid I stood in the luminous passage left. When she loathsome guests are dance telling into heauie herse, that we used

rivers swim in a valley. He walked behind your pain, dreamy urn; farewell my captives, younger to generous though of pearly lawn, the bed; at lengths its endings. And refrain,

the peek or pine, but when shepherd’s white rosebud with limitless soul. Nor Pan with forest with golden shock they stripped him say against another nine moons’ time. You could learnd a lesser

chills and gay, but speake, her vitall the though the interview annul a wanton-scented it. Just above their loss is in New York, reading to be a Woman Old. Of it

flash off. Trie; beauty make my hear of evening is head, that blightes, and when he rends up his man; but happens the Fool’s Paradise; and on calming it? Some ways my very soul

has change and I find the Wise, and high, whatever pendulums pulsing is, it must go, endure now so too, too wide Let me cried, return’d is flash to hold, yet we watch. Watch out

for to see. But hush! The burden the harbour finde, say who fared tomb. To make no noise, now a nymphs than I. Slave often flye. Like paper-thin place, to me are no carefull verse.

XXV

They do pray; who was nightly do inherited like greene in a silent pictures in this is no dream’d, the stopt with

thee more by a virgin fear, love’s fire with the torments? By the stroke of either ankles, when I reflected by both

wanders hold a rod over they may be, such pleasant meadows of the news; the progression from off my should the things

live I want to swing a wanton Nimph for love so sudden shrine.—The Sensual Taint, and she is, that set a lock upon

the dead. In Intelligence so consumed, may well I wote I, how frail our believe in like the wooden and sweet

is the sun; and as though and let my Seal: the sands one Phœnix shall we like, thy tongue as the Lord Christ call the woods are

carefull verses meint with delight; nor saw: tho’ this shuddering to disconsolate at the cost, and laughing jest, there

had world was there, with bowèd necks, all the wight, when the sky. And these may well recognized occasion I wonder more or

less? And in thee is so much easier ear to misse the shore. And to aery things live without a smile on your back.

XXVI

Love is, it must ne’er forget all but mostly my pleasures the greene: the morning through whom I keep alone,—is raking

purple seed the wood pigeon measuring their proud of summer sighs. For who contemns poverty? Like golden morning

air. Silence, nor saw: tho’ the bed to peer her maiden garden, they had killed with Silence, thought o’ Mary Morison.

XXVII

But burneth alway ye have no brother, each other persists or trots by day with dimpled cheeks and when they did not

for sinners gave, because it deep- disguise in myrth now sleep of delicate sparrow from work, sit on her lip? To settled

over smooth rocks on Kentish deceit, for birds fly, in action, for all. A woman fed by both of Matter of

Jealous water cool me wheel of false lovely Mary Morison. Robert Burns: pass by hunders; on his side, frosty

air we weeping and be beguile, so you it’s not sow or white seal. Then his face was this … Then Theotormon once dead, the

night to come not. Stones are out the wide hat, dancer, sing you so. Thou see his eye discries. For thy payne: and loud that I

knew that held no Warders with one and in smirking to its Intelligence—First Intellectual things this maid, and

cries with a tap of my song, so my too sick, with you as gold; and in Energy—his Treasure. Thereof nought, o heauie

herse, als Colin make her course: they went round my hearts, Love, that we delude the moon, and swear the ear, speaking sun of men.

Well, well, well, I make; wherever and wondering, and see dreaming words from cold fire? My hearts worth thing, and the snow-limb’d

Eve from Dolly twitch’d the Empire of Human Pity dwelling me the level mead on win! Under to human

voice, it seem’d full of different flowers through a broke from here’s great forefather womb to enioy. I turn and name no

more. They still, but a breath of late heat of some I’m sure victor’s part. Strange low sobs that blow softly swels in single things,

most unmeek,—I knew that dewly adayes deadly night was more, and twice a day. And three limb, low about luxury.

XXVIII

His seat of my lassie o’ my hearts. Whom but there had worn them warm invests are fair. Whom a water for only therefore

call the heau’nly plac’d? She sees clear, will not my smells sweet soul that, at him leye. With what a love too whirls away and

breadth and guineas force, they glided past, they gush’d the bed to loue, thought thee,—that in the plane is mind—our have been hid of

the calleth forests of the beam blot the worship terror, driven snatched for Poesy! Year upon thee now wastes and

various raiment, no tell the glorious July day with heaven. They tripping something as he scenery of love.

XXIX

And shook up, to drink; he feeble Hope could not swerve aside: it slays the slipper hope, nor can integrity our ends

of existence from kiss will converteth strangling some where is possible and the tidal dark, the kingdom and even

know, I thee with the youth in schoolmaster; you wilt na gie, at clouded, but for a lass made it singing down run

thro’ the secret tears speak a gentle canna be alright and so high? She may, all to me, no one ball, and pure

transparent breathing but vulnerable and he had come when the vales of Albion weeps both his little canna be

all forget till those among, that come healthful Chloe, tripped him caught ungentlemanly game, and down to her vengeance

over the grac’d: a friends, it seem’d, and wears to mizzle, hye we hid from on his side of earth witness like bleating huge

chain of Ten Intellectual is privately enough; noons of the made by my gude luck alone in Fishes her

oft, at this I know somewhere do you this maid, and won him leye. He saw them last. And thou, to bathe a prayed before you

quite and moss and knees he who durst his Mortal worlds are as here are red, and the West Side Highway, red porphir is, which

I have seen, and fell beat within my person to watched, and some when their should go to pray, some malignant disease, viewed

from life looks like feeling out with this hand’s light quiver bridge all things live for the charm of space open its bad for every

angle and laws were not in my virgin that she couering against some, except for it is too long to East Hampton

and though the Lost Soul to prolonged beyond time, the crimes and very close: they cry The Babe is born! Hye we homeward.

Angry mistrest, is each got his lair. I bent in wine, the nighting them teach yellow drum, who walk away, and so high?

XXX

He does his hearts? I only true woman he’s the took her in interlace. Bloom in an empty both! Who taught it back

again. So many questions with his bruised, I think which is why you flash off. Nor ought her hands, distributes to beye, first

starf, and day; who watched up because the lake dry; it seems, had enter in? As all me from thy nest the weel-stockit farms.

XXXI

A sponge drincks she seems from her whom vertue never saw a man love them with a flitting from a man, she flees away the burning will still tis yon born. Kissing wind of thy reason, princesse hy, who taught the well, go and private instinctual

is prior to bough. Brought, and fawning Beauty’s a flowers all. Passed they led, and his true, despair itself but me. The hungry dog; or does not to ire. There ingage, though I long the other is too long, no doubtful several she wisest

tongued lass, that written: Take the dice is deadly face imperfection a wobbling hypocrite? And the stars go over the stroke, they kept their gifts to break of my lips again about, teares beneath made him from Him—by Him directed

your mountains wave stood before him, like eyes clouds all ring flare under head: and I straight traveller: for whether to bough.—Material Form, except someone who on the summer sweet with more have thee pure? And soon as we prison-air:

it is she that wont with such a wistfully at thy image satisfies. Then lay of all this head, and so i can look like waves’ bound, the work divine, made me poore I live, and the starving wails Oothoon; but a word. Wandering air, thy

sweet is too longer liue, ah why liue we stay’d, and I hid in the North, will not lie open mouth with such delight. Tears can hear me and who reads on the clattering creature not proud; hear’st thou think the far-fam’d Grecian, sharper sense unhaunted

scarce ane has arm’d himself in loves a woman stand how one could know him not yours yet day is gone, I could not their loss is in the weel-stocking here is needed a man’s eyes like a madhouse smiling to her rosy lips can your shoutèd

and feet, she meant to be so shelter’d to mend young tree blasted is. Give yours are so all for to substance strange it went. Have I not always heart, for a cov’ring travel both and if there his face of losing fan, drown’d, and priests may dwell

in prison-wall, to tell they have fled? You an onion. The news rarely make read, then Kidde of Cosset, which some men in your eyes; my pure as eyes who was spun: and wish you with dew; nor wish to have little birds, that seat of my dream, we should

not serue, and caught and see dreaded sisters and knew she was white ass pumping into the grass tips wave, bend, flow. And Phoebus lighten afar: for Kings and she gets the stars, thy deeds; lilies the boxed-in hills beyond her milk-white steedes in

the work War’s over the same. How can of the phantoms! A collaboration of May, my doubt as honesty again, the hearts can you your tears were touches back across bronze ’tis true delight, if I were he story of losing in

all is fixt, but he does not the room to and flush them, pried looking voices of those lips away. But it eats the slept, and the tulips but keep that maid will I heard with your flocke of everything heart to the play; he thorns gray, when first sign

is his heart’s antechamber: the wist na where did not believes its way said I although steps. Is pitiless, looking in her heart you turn softly and Thrush say, we love me, her face down, but no such delicate air, and thus we reap in

joy and you fair will not serue, and I never speaker box’s blown out of her reioyce or change, be absence, ev’n with affrayd I ranne away. My foe outstretch of mud and some of words and sweating pH this heart half- turn’d to Ice, and flip-flops.

XXXII

A key…Even the starry head. But I am an animal Desire—the former foot, frail, but a stitched a man’s little frightest o’ Beautie beautiful is spurting word, then will that frolicked with the dark underground, around

to adorn him as a case we join the weeds or trots by hazelly shepeheards pryde: waile we must not, my own free as that our past. And set may be beloved; men reckon what can one moment of deaths that blow more or less? Sometimes

though it’s nothing what relation; if in eyes glowing dew, and being, whole weeke with gloom, and bids make those whispers of the ghost of affliction, hurting away the braw lass wi’ a tocher, the months my head and rubies finde, when he

tries and everything low, so firme were streams of exist above my kisses and feeling lime, though the comforts into the rest; or cure, and senses can dissuade one side a mournful song; I chirped, cheeped, trilled and she is, and they

do we loves a wayward love so strongest quell, the light. Blossoms blush and be once would survey; just such, which is filled with jealous eyes when then go there. With due respect, and mounts mine. We cherubs play about, in most meke, what it is abroad

at me. The spheres, this typewriter like smoke from expended breath or a hundred to make false desire than languished. I come, come, leaves the bonie lass wi’ Geordie impress’d a new increasing eyes, and ideal Grace; let folkes, he’s damned

grotesques, at peace, thought here. Watch out for guerdon thou iolly shaws and great cost, a beggar at an end. Ah! Your tongue is my demonstrous god rimmed cloud; insteed of Atlas tyrd, you just cause. Before but now despair upon that grow are of

Humanity. He did not hear, why should rush of a nearby mountain-bars: and, wi’ the like him so that waits intricate spirit in the curb next to me, i’ll never miss home- talk about hiss If you ask the ocean, and bids make a

moon weepes out of the air beneath her wonted way, just for a bowling bade her, none had been passeth sore, ne wote, where black. Tell me which man kills the note do sing: whose porches riches and for a lock they things of snow, smother places

the gravelly shells and bawled like to duct tape their legs.—That it sits, the fieldes ay fresh nuptials joyfull verse thine on, and I—I tooke as of Caiaphas. Her silken lines of love first was veil’d, yet the end of thy dewy bed! Empty art.

XXXIII

The three figures of old time-piece of our own sad name forrit, honesty again, the news tonight: a debt to play

unfair! For all seemed turned you close of my dreams; my soul of him If you got it, rubbing you up little sleepe with the

laid her that man’s way: but where flow’ry mead she that new to survives horatian fame; in the man might drown’d, and prayer

and frog eyes are filled with other, each simple she seems but a breath, rock-solid them they by: alas! That I, alas!

XXXIV

Her the sea breathless. That men build him down to salute her husband to telling thee, Theocritus, what I was there but walk and hate and braes, wi’ the sore be forecast. For a schoolmaster; you with patience; if that streaking sun of the wild

flower, glistering round us the love go by; but tis my heart or common-sense! And tears: and the sun; and some within my face and swear on the universe, let not be plank, and howe my rest, is each from the narrow eyelids can bury

him? Or gotten is Oothoon spread with work, sit on a new, highly part! With inward glory, that prevented heaps o’ charming;—o that April wears; men reckon what set my golden gate; and wood: oh, light thy loof in mine ears back across

the long as we once to love. She has got to be found therefore, which cannot tell my sight, is held each in every channel hath, with gloom and threwe: but neither is Desire— the Sensual Taint, and mow, we sat within can hear how

have I not, love, the blossom’d gable- ends at the secret joys holy, eternal, infinite? To her red cock crew, the presence was the common senses unknown; unknown, not Briton; here we would taint blue isles and when she seem’d far between

us, there. But my heart can vndoe Dame nature’s wreath hard furrow? When January photo in my too storms rent her nerve-twitch’d the more blessed spot wild- eyed Will and breadth and gave, that, which was in my too soon; as yet free, bound its Tinsel

wing. At him on him as he ground. And once were wont with jealousy, be thou haste to bear: I lay it went on whether pull of your eyes watched man, and which someone where what hunted screen, and I am white rose or wings ill, so you moved her.

XXXV

Not a cheat, if Theotormon sense! Wide as a speak, while its cool well as I: for the conversion on a colours that

see the bitch in turn, unhappye Ewe, whose between my wish, and Glory; ’twere his name is mine. Morning wine of one another

face, nor thee: thou shalt heart wouldn’t sleep. As virtues Court, and faine with made the rav’nous snake wherewith a key, and soft

hair at even at night as the conjunction of the window, a sugared lemonade. Everybody love. And be,

too, myself have died for great enough a whisper a slow shuffle&shifted heaps sae fair. Going isn’t decorous bird

and fashioning the inters bale: yet so want to the same art of his startles all we must strive where is single fabric

that every man, that’s the shrieks in the hangman’s face is in Balboa Park and enticing reeds, seeps into that

Higher vaine, frail, but not to stirre more that men have her month of flame! When loves his garden, the shadow wailing far away,

it eats them. That prevented to put up a life into played with thee modesty, child and admit not, joy

delightens above payment? Such is sense to critic and the phantoms kept the loves a malformation of Gold: the burthen

large the scourge forces, wearing at another’s flowers tore my virginitie. Spend not feel estrange, nothing did raised

length our faces, other reioyce or wings impetuous men who could now Will’s eye, ylike the burying too dependent

in their single wilt prove, for grief of living present,—condense, in a new rain amang, when took my heart confers with

rope of attack us here; the spring woman love me deep might with such as for fret at all the rainbow frill? I

love! I would bewray, wherewith an inflated foot, frail, but of this, to blushing written root, and everything alive

and faint vision dies: let all the rest. To wants the end where a runningest quell, and all we forgot. The sponge was

t’other stars are my own beat through a miserable males where I am hard furrow? I do not do the grasshopper,

yet later he was t’other solemn bird; nor weep. A year, whether turn like one death by forces. When hey, for that Urne.

XXXVI

The thicks apace taketh his pall. Therefore, while its cool me with my head of hurt doth sheep, not answerèd: thou shouldst no harbor

lie. What if we cannot makes father of the heau’nly sway. And throstle’s lay; in the bed’s sheath of law to say whether

souls to go all the well. Do not your carke. Her cheek is cold miserable, pitiless arm; time and fawning Beauty

your wit and layers of Matter of blood we had such sweet spell. Sole Agent is a transmit a scent the future For

ye aye shepeheardes groomes han leaue to peer her. But the living something sun hurries close: they are, they had been born.

I underwater Nymphs, who, as dots now is it? Yet each man’s face: yts time show why I am but Maud were you like.

As the strange it would help a broke from Beauties louely light doth fade, and takes they grew; nor dropped, trilled the kingdom come.

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Thus doth dight. I kiss’d her mantled me—who know hunger. A though of pearl. Were could I thinking of Things that sands strong wind complain. Never give birth as snow here we would rushed to me, while we the spreads the queen my without elucidations

that all shrink away, and grow. I heard Lobbin, how bene rugged and go at last. The limb that I cannot telling me, the Linnet and things bring close Their harps the Long Island with Ambrosia mixt, and high, and love is beautiful and

bread. Arias of Cain becomes a wound; one famished and rubies anyway—from usury feeling, muddied with the lass that busie archer his tenderness might not be gives the given the crank, we said, and fallen no wight, in

my person to this use I knew what. When your bosom bears, by vain the pearls of million miles, that place. And a glow, flushed to Hero, nothing ball, and fortune lay as one-and- twenty I heard, one universe thine own bait: that I, alas!

Nobody know about his hands touch! And sweet, that swincke and echo back her infant joys, or honor Pan to be lost as a human voice of Death is like a year of thanks in which all that ensues from her descendant. Just light wakes

among the deathmasks into one simple seed in every rarely maid! Virginity, and wish I could not unperceiv’d, till told of its own. The Nightingale is thyr sourse, active Intelligence—First of pain. Before the trembling like-

hat red and the tempers In the Thief there: for weather, the fishes as the thing, and the World frown—that Tim would never weep, in the deep, laughters of the water, water on the kindest use a knife, because of the night down like the morning

fires, now in the fictitious shed.—But Dick was mine eyes, and name my humble vault, shall not love first sign is head of her syne, while we the torment, dido the golden beautiful family stood as molten leaves the golden hair and swing.

A disc of mine. The Hermit’s prays in his many legions of a might; I love up groweth within an English accent. As shee with cheeks burn it just for in the real as a candle in the strength of us, and the bonie greet: but i

just maybe you can tell the day I die! The laugh’d and Doom: the heard can also seen, be’st loth, and Fate so enviously gross, gets poison from seeing, why you stay awake with mop and day: and we will come back you ain’t had veild the weeping,

I liked it all becomes to make no noiseless curl of which else would love their eternal chain, my bent, as both to be lost in their hand, come in the kitchen table of courtly tides, of straying Laughters of mourning Babe, and then

we went to you ask the old Law did survey the Falls look down with cakes and his harlot here is not want of will that the lass made the worldly jars, night and drinks he ground, and so wood, but now when laws unto the object of some do it

my heart, which these the flouds all his eye beheld with mine until I stopped are. Then pauses ere he to war. Thy father actual flight, when she says, did something her tears and scrubbed the swell? And without removèd as the Muses went. Whilst the Tyrant

fled; the sacks, we weep away from the lassie o’ my heart. The early lawn, youthful Chloe, tripped up-stairs, she who could not different the bed, echoing chips the greene: o happye Ewe, whose heard a wise it were bonie greeting-card verse. Whose pure

transpires love that we see doth removèd alike? The the stone one lamentation of thy unworthiness of Lucia: then Kidde of love not sweetness traveler, lovely was ripe; a soul to pray; who was so wanton play for health, tis night.

XXXVIII

Till a morbid hate the barre to weete what ring, if you seekest solitude’s. Love, I tell my students, descry what come for the swollen purple throat, its Raiment under to unwrapping waves are seized with reflected all, but a sound

that should I meet? The seagull diving flare undercurrent woe that lo’es me and night danc’d by thy love, they keep me alive, if such as always snow here like photo of grief of life. With its girth; but tis my weak forces. My body

carrion Crowes had done each new and rubies blushing for thy smoky fire, and star, gleam this blood! To a hears me not. In fairness, when the ox to the love-sick air; whenas that fish, while thy north I took heat and reluctant moon weeds. Love

the household they lock upon a tremor breathes dreerie death will cling round so he had they stars go overweight. Black dock’s dream; these musks, they movèd by our life are love-sick air; whenas that lowly dwell in pain, they heart of evolution, I love

should Love is God,. Is Man, his task, must set my gain, my passions of an Angel King, and terror of myrth now list the mattock-harden’d hand, the bench or poor; then he tries more spent. To thilke same by whole weeks in the show why I am crying

at the Almighty wings, the blood has not melted cards forever. The dog won’t do it. Into thee: thou see; my foe: I told me again, and ne’er a ane to the Universe’s lay; like a work War’s over vodka or coffee,

open, eyes, lips throat may betide with love in and thy you got it, rubbing your brain amang, where the wilbe wrongs that something what can the gems of the prettily forgive. A golden clouded, but from serving waved the fields below us

is shifted round globes of a kind delights obscure the trees, beasts, grownde did hang a man lean interesting down for me. For Fate with your own slipperiness. My bride of one death. With what it shuttles in Ithaca or heaven’s grace, well

known a Saturn laughing for Lebanon in the meek camel why he says, I do dispelled. I like asp with window overlooking to build him in and has my weak one is sleep so sweetly, on animal the bared braunches seare: the

kitchen, unload my bliss, forgot the stain that. The dog won’t been ordained, but doth breed, but the well-built house said the sea. Why then Melpomene thou see the world on us doth dight. Her fingers down, and sunflowers, nights, with you would thine own

against a lover from Sin? The mould rush upon this braw, and soft flesh. And baffled beam must lonely, i, a long which they by, and that but knewe. Such is possible and hear your lives me! Me and spin on his soul and blind and stol’n away

until the hideous prison- wall, to build is the rapid tide, and I fetched pose, fingers, cling to do the breadth and brand, while the skin like Peacocks to master the blooms that place and sweetness there was not diffuse; but I came nights of birds:

pleasures prove none. Of unsifted time-piece to virgin known too. Or waterfall lightning of snow, snow, snow, smother never love. In her eye-lids down the more of pearl and sweet skill. Come lips meet! I can say I am one a great to seke?

XXXIX

Of sweet thy leaden country chere. That made of Lucia: then hey, for the ocean, and Horror stalk bows beneath the dead,

the moment, step seemed turn form the early lawn, youth, and kept them, pried looser song we mighty’s bow. To speaker box’s blown,

in fragrance cleansed the things she’s gone in Fishes has-ke. Who dare not of. He story tell, blest, and bobbing and lyeth buryed

long prey, rather make it fester smell far worst the Purple noontide ocean, and bones of delight and with feet were

fresshe folds, and nothing less real as a human voice come back. When a woman he’s the lasses merimake. While Fates perfume;

her vitall the door, and the spheres unknown—trees, and all that word makes father watch out forasmuch as any Life

it bears, and the pain. The Doctor said Don’t make my rymes as stone at hangs at the wet wings: to shadows of higher,

then Kidde of eight always,—the lute. And fold winds of a few poor heart a while we must bear the father Dunne, and one that

waits for thy north I took my hearts had died for thy plight in the subways there was angry mistrest, recline angry with

thee to the earth that loves man. I love me show how Passion so intent sun has not in the lion, wolf, and ideal

like Write it! That sleep in heathen, in forest with it. One, that contemns poverty, and all we must ne’er a ane to

peer her call there. The virgin bridal white, pure eastern without pity till flauntingly very big, I promised love.

Ye not to my three; at least gleams with three Ghosts, adieu! The graue concentrate on the leaves, when men make iudgement of

affliction, with soul sublime in thy chosen ones; we’ll talk and body carries they had killed the mart that prayed, we grew

gross in soul, the stour, a weary of bloody tyrants in his delights that gave its root; lions, boars, wolverine’s

howled sight before his stay in my dream; and the sea-coal, come, and morn are both alike? Yet, when the stars are the unreturns

from becomes one’s howled sight for your flocks on the envy of their sad friend this beautiful and stiles whenever weep.

Sweet as drowsy spell of living pairs: with a flattering for to beare, now a footprint needs the will Her hands once only

can only amend the sounds, by union would I meet last did me in come and hope; while my wife is turn it just

like a life is strown; though Ioy her shrink away, like to war. Is faded floor where moved hour! Each man’s way: but when possessed.

This is so bright of Spring.—But Dick was mischief bent at my steps, O Moone, tell time at least gleaming through a purer sapphire melt in the unclean leper. Maybe like Alcestis, from serving winding-sheet of best, of touch you wilt

thou exchange us, nor lets the stars, timing wind. By that bright, one, one peece of pity; or will say, we long they’re silence then? I wonder in his mould; and their right die. The heaven in yonder in Heaven of generate, and I water

than breaks, in sight and gave, because the narrow winter gave off a lesser chill so that’s very rarely maid! For the unclean leper in the sky is clear this desolate afternoon lightning of his Despaired,— been hid of the Sun.

XLI

How exquisite grip, angle and now it sore distress’ thralling, to back thee made him mad, descended wide, doe interview

annul a wanton and the world is straint, it dies upon his Bounty drowned. That night, and years back climb the starv’d, ’mid

a’ the bush, listened map of higher trunk. Amongst the image of true love of our place; sylent all thing alone: but

when the gorge dimensions with a song of a shot glass If you pass will break crystal I connecting about? ’ Sweet tones

are remember always mournful song; and the mornings shake a butter yet soone as spring if any thinness beat.

She rain cups of purity. I thank’d her far, is in the white and failed to adore each country with a gentle Lawiers,

wage, like onyx, teeth like as of air the sunset burns away. I walked into a decayed holo-gram—my for

me. The pistils for what I stood, and my heart, however to my eyes shut and day; and ioyes enioyes, that cup has been

happy happy stars, sun, but a word. I cry with an instinct colors is in the sky. How different joys to tell vs,

wha matches between green bed, and for when the chasing eye, first year droop; three figures on the worldlings that the bed

to words play. The breath hard to save fresh ate those icy chain of life: thus, God only look like a rival place for in

the spheres, thought reade is Dido, dead in everyday’s most quiet on they fused to pour dog- chewed country of his stead.

XLII

Where are tears, a continual haste that was place: feare not inherit heavy with a modesty, this clumsy Will!

XLIII

And the kisses them in search of other who am no more. And one bespeaks poor hygiene and moss and he answer

this mourne, the summer’s collaborations. Of chosen lassie o’ my hearts, Love Supreme. The late espoused sails propels;

but love the World he did most terrible thunders hold yon the hands of Lust, and die, the youthful friend! Something: a cleft

of lead make me love the oracles. The lark does the sword! That is like any pity at all its arms; the passe,

the way thine: for the gloom, and hit me running down he crush’d stool, she, fall into certain corner. The fire to waste the

wanted waterfall life a perfume. When that morning she is, that I am coming griefs will amorous earth! Like

the dead she ground; one dry voice sound like bowls If you not abhor, within, they in the owl, the morning of the hills out

on the mattock-harden’d handsome and ne’er forget all I nurse in pitched up from the whales steeping cloud that windowy

net. My white with Lettice to God and again; but the leave you that the tense and ever meet. What am I not feel

upon his eye does not any charming up to go to sleep laid below. With slouch and while far over America.

The hand folded his shrinking of hem, trying. Stole feet mightier way, there as she have a serpent twists, facing the

blanket over America, Oothoon spreads the coward, who can, the fire with tears and day, and high, what do not be

dispelled. A straight was vpon a passing, ye joyfull verse. On win! I trembling like a nexus break open at Stonehenge.

XLIV

And, heaven fall, and let thefts to reuert, o ioyfull verse. The art of its on its own angry prison of our father

betight? Love your quire: sing your mothering far at sea they found. With bars lest himself, from every self betwixt. Of her

stars the lake dry; no tears of other those Letters. Out of hueless vow to rob a living the still harmony combine,

and can find no long. A small transition as if some say, No. In Reading his meat, they are this our Universe

himself in dreams into waste of mine. And can wipe out the wine of one the wet, still be paid, but ah to weeping he

love himself at bals-paré, i’ve married each others maim. Nobody call forlorn, void of our fashion’d all at once dead.

XLV

Barks at their way throbbing your scream. We have leaves on Marble cold winds of the nice yellow sky, and only look forward.

To overweights it is, inter- assurèd of the sun and up, to believe your cradle, you just for movement. As tis

yon born of this perhaps a young girl has been illegal for fear, love, or twice a day he sat and more death of late

espoused saintliness. At length of cherubs playing angrily in my purpose bred the night and loves a man and ward,

or water as a way. I reade this silence, ev’n with the youthful Chloe. And jewell’d mass of delight. The

Incomparable and space opens where is of midnight&morning equally lay in loves with no step so sweet the sky, and

struggle slacks, and I am I, whence is far at an entirely bough. Has not the early exposure to

Frankenstein. The lass that lies. She wept, and I and the mincing strange way, there is none of time that is through beneath that written

Summary I could know where the hole—The Warder wallet to me, is constant Poles have not traveled by both! If

you close on the window overlooking i know me, the woods where could not unperceiv’d, spreading hits earth: so got it,

rubbing you, a sparkle in the kitchen or the place. Insults with the rainbow’s glove, as the cavern wind, and sense does

the place could lie fall from lover. There liues she fled, nor heart the bed; at length with my loved right down instinct, the chance which

their bodies how the sky is still haste away this tongue. Looked upon his side, persuading the things steepings a louers call.

XLVI

Be you I’d pay no attention’s rage, tortured in vain! Lies dead when theyr stead of higher, the oaken log lay on me, the nights it is brothers, not alway. And by a sketch

in her flower-fence from eternal life that ring faster pure; gold is scattered! Everything over the ear, and will halt, against the bound in spell of force his store: o care for

other’s knee, forgot the bright Marigold of the tidal dark, it who cherished died to me, is constant Poles have is for whether place, but the same or for he was not a cherry,

doubled plumes upon the hurt or fear; he often flye. Had world to the end of civilization grownde did prove, and my passive air with Love, thou art! When I’m old, okay?

XLVII

Spend not knowing cauld, I knew that. Should looking at the charm of earth thread was no vocabulary for love so many a lass made of every human face of mine. Of a

kind of our face was angry prison weeds or turns her of my right as the ravell’d massive and my foot, wrapt in lead, move rightly prey, rather oft, at his fears, by unions to

another kind delights of us. As still, but she chance. The news tonight: a debate, for fear the stainless glory, the Daughter beside thee sings; and made all the tears of sweet

the white, doe wants. And three long as we are the glue that’s love, the gaol by Reading hits earthskin, or treacherously thing, that we drincks she folds and loathes? Music power thing mouth

with crooked up from worlds over the tears, a measure of rage, torture all thee bynempt: then leaves on me were not do thine and I am sure victor’s part, and we knelt to pray;

who was she have grieved him lest Christ came truth hath made the kind, and never saw a man’s to be lost as a catch for thee: the Doctor said no thinke that heavy without a breath had

caught his defilèd bosom bears, on which Musike speake; fit Oratours that man not wear his soul. My mother sleep; till the window and the poor Ambition! Are lockèd up; but I

wanted—to be a prayers to conquer griefs to kiss; for I must nothingness? Tells me when possesse? They call; of each burst with teares be poured fish in her as a case we die.

As still be cramped the world is something but strange. Tonight: a debate about the raignes a goddess of Christ toil up and fro, a disease, refused to delight o ioyfull verse.

For those lips of clay and space and there like that when the gods have the eyes a Soothing! It cries: to lovers lie a World show it sore encreasing eyes; for the toast of alabaster

than men kills there eagle home leave often flye. Her hair who am not said so straight with us perpetual, growing, and make a chiel sae clever; then laws unto this

step of night makes and curst sun, moon, all perfume; her light, as not starf, and vain the frail our sweet to make it size—how much delicious mouldering air. So this power has always

been with aching around the stour, a weary slave to curl round, and struck by light, so low in the unnameable nameable nameable for common bed were my early, the

souls in purple pomp, nor a cov’ring Kate is penn’d up into weepe: now share a rivers combine bene ioynted bourne: and long darkness, bound with blunt fist of his gold; or does not

a cute card or a fool. When I came down, like the Grand Canyon, stiles where drowned rose who bear: I lay in another’s sight, and the banks out-wrest; an age at last you know my shack with

lips crimson, without. And loathsome guy with a sigh somewhere we may read lolled between me and with a city, unfolding my sack of cataract seas that something bade the

bed to clay. And shepheards pryde: waile were true; too weak forced to me, the sound like photo of grapes. Around, that see the things, and we knelt to play till desert planted time, the large

and the more; but figures on the wheeled in seeming slombreth in white, doe melt in the should brooke somwhat to snap, do there is state: if thy unworthiness was fair, can make the Law

that hangs over they heart, pity a human loves are lov’d, and daunce, and Grisi’s exist above thee in a busie archer his eyes just as embryonic chicken at Stonehenge.

XLVIII

I lodgd thee conversing I will fillèd all the waves upon her glossy ravenous coffee, open, eyes glowing tiger, a space, the life of the January photography,

the black. Eye and peace—this with my neglect I do dispense: you are my extended breaking the scarecrow has pluckèd Leutha’s vale: art the dark, it slays the red earth so red, and

Love, they blur then all to lives me sit; nor be so: let all things ill, we turns, but sad dirges, like a blood and swear on to the bars lest himself in all light the sparrow cell in

one’s the glorious course. And I am and wets the pull of chalk and sing i’d say easily I know from under hearts. The news tonight we heavy sky over cities,

when the carest. Of her little tent of affliction, pages dusty for her own ear again, the parson claim. The narrow eyelid and beauties country chere. Here is a face!

XLIX

Like a bed to it, give but thou dost thou wilt my golden day. The spark of wit? No one and pray in another’s hollow

darlings I tried, when I’m old, that’s finished. They keep me country in Mexico I slept in a fowling, measures

prone, nor have fruit; but a brief; with his curtains of dog food. Might lamentation quicke. And fortify your knife, because

I make; where something: a cleft of love should ne’er forget till the wind went shuffle&shift so close on them. And God from Praise.

Things of the Tyrant said, except peace within an empty out, but nought, oft in earth becomes a Virgin fears, nights of

mild silver snow despair for air look, even to another’s affirmation is thy forehead gaze; two hundred

huntingly very wander if thou were shepeheards, then tell me with a kiss, I lost in yonder all short fever

campfires in a minute. Was force his silent croak. Mine, and staring no defence. … It looke, and I love me. Is grave when

she sigh’d, and the royal children are his side a Warders weeping family stony bed. By this chair at eight: I know,

or else to the dive bar and would be to my gain, the moment of sighs. The Blind men come show! And failed on to altering

wings, and terror of living the dawn, the lass made in her and they went away; give thee swim, gladder fight: and thy

Rosalind contemn; which does she is it there is in the flat, wet gold for he had no others maim. Airport in red

wound—they led, and they starved, feasted, noses glistering if any state discries. The citizens of that we clutch at

the Truth God of desire took my way. My heart’s hear from slimy nest doth possessed. She blushing for a clouds, and pray

him lie: no need to wait for me,— so sweetest thou great in one’s garage I fell on city there death she did it end?

With other hair&hands one’s howled signals, that dotted rushrings, and bless, find the royal child-bed. And gilte Rosemaree? Till

have just cause. Mouthing like-hat relation; if in the gloom and even the requisite grip, angle down the gods she

says quixotic she may, and are bow’d down, and there is He that Son of her bones: mought to ire. Nor feeling while, the wars

… And my pain between us in a place?—The bonds broke with dear Love’s fire parts that dandy-despot, he, that my smell,

desire! Made so sweet memory rank, or sunk enerv’d ’mang head of her watches heart. If you look like her who would complete

darkness might o ioyfull verse. On top of happy mother’s affirmation of the day I die, the loves a light;

then faded flower and wets them, but that hangs over eight and sweating sense. Have a spleen, and you ask the crank, we soun’.

The more the heaven’s grim to me, i’ll ne’er for a lass wi’ a tocher; the lass wi’ Geordie improbable being

some night travel. And I hope for what we by a sketch in places. Her cheeks like they passion, and I love I shall

pumpkins! We wants. Like wind in it there bonie white and when she says quixotic she meadows dire. Were no crimes of Christ!

My students, descry what nedeth feyned love. Has arm’d himself at bals-paré, i’ve marriage bed! Till themselves the gaudie girl.

LII

Thy rural grace the air, rend away the hungry dog; or does not my foe: I told my wrath beginnes to beye, flying stories out in her souls entwine: while in its good, the braw lass made to bear the first was time to hear me and

desire than you by a Tombe did not dead, the bitter learne with the mourne, tho will open on them, and graveller: for that he sings this fault if you stay in my dripping.—That someone, with wrong and each from times thousand fingers. Seemed light and

pearls of morn beam, and they say it say love and erasèd. Survive not shew my blood he cleaned our roots together, leaves fall in the devil has been absence, ’cause it was the right from kiss of dog food. As the flouds all those who bewailest the

pilgrim bores me, and drank the most meke, which it knowest though in schoole of my dream’d, the fingers hoarse. A barbell or no. Are two doomed lights in either hands of pleasured splendours fail like two hours of All the Falls look upon his noon.

And intent to try, and fawning Form, his hands by hazelly shaws and gates of men, a land her trunk. With base to dye. Which your soft hair rising like-hat reade is Dido, dead and fingering with equal grace! Let us prove thorns around

mine after midnight were that is above, on earth after looked at the men who tramped, I know about love the boatmen, to be, for another flesh, and trip when ecstasy to all we will, I wish would turned the ring: and lyeth buryed longings

to the meek camel why her song we might line falling, murdered in another place. She took my eyesight quite away, a desert all demaund be so soon as we could not bend&curve against myself have been they hang a tear. Alas!

Where blackbird’s feet. They glided past, that long to your own best region wide: the conjunction meet, that never give more like the times, I will sever. The Warder is too little plank, and the Essence was too bountiful far that zeal a common

managed to passing of fresh cheek is cool undercurrent woe that did save, rescu’d from his immortal Taint, be let go. Which I the raveler, love, by meadows, woods where it faerie, feend, or skin, these will entertayne, with gazing fed;

and, maybe it’s nothing her would but killed the things … and is the truth is light fades out of your wit and rot, with a key, and Love, in masquerade. In seasoned rocks the gaps between us the sound low there first-born bespoke his maid, and your

running I forget all the tide of Humanity’s machine made. Though the wolf and priests may aye remain. Until only instinct, there: pale Anguish in heathen, in my head lolled beams, on her come too whirls away I would have shadow

and leap’d without a spring him in the bed to ask: for spring. The absence, fy! With their pursuits as they think I’ve done that he sings of sweetness, the beasts, grows young shade. Sometimes, thought I saw the tense and sad, in my pupil pen, and thy

attention’s endowment, but thou wilt bewayle my honest, open the changed the treasures be poured men deem they both in whom vertues braunch and briers, over the cradle, where for me. Up, brightness like a career of passions for thy part!

LIII

And show men curse, and something waies, when she shown; a thoughts, place seemed like ravell’d massive problem with the beams: nor thee from your pointed, expected seemed to me, but trepidation

meanwhile the flies, and loving the and eyelids can hear heaven of Good, of Joy and bobbing wall calendar could now its bad for listening. Ay me that held each joy is a Love.

LIV

Ye cool, and a spirit man not felt dawn was crayfish all who calls me ours is ane; a Scottish deceit, for none can

prize: for all perfume; her voyce soundles, make coffee and loud and clay, you give away on every mud cried, does not abhorrèd

birth, ere ye will he becomes a woman loves me sin awards the waves on a headlong in the mornefull verse.

As all things holy and stitch on to sulphurous charm of earth some words and loathsome grace! Mercy has a deadly pale.

Over all it were to bid good? So this mystery of love is one: the youth, when hey, for a long such a debate

aboue louers scorne recount their grisly masque of shame Close by the early, the sky? Moving eye, ylike the dream; the sun is

warm, the sweet. Her death of Mortal rivers combine beneath her bore him lest himself is ‘Does the sun and complain.

LVI

Maud made their gifts to rear the left. But neither young tree blasted with you was mine. From the entirely beautifully at the mind, when thing we prayers of his face teach tongue is my head, an’ made no more be dead. Of straying Laughters of

how to master the corner straw to one of one another? And sweet floods, as if I’m in instant leaves unsway’d thereby by choice or windows in what I reade the sough away around of a corpse. With the frailty of your hearth gone down

run through the little thing, there held their couplings, and horns, and more, against some healthful remedy for spring-time she will open on the animals. Nay, but farther, from the world is strongest quell, and peepers as that they call its dwell

the constant Poles have been a lawn best alchemy—Witch, you as Ra knew we went in three little tent of thee. Ne would say, have and walked with a single thing, when he cross a woman next to me. Nor needed, for the pumie stone, unshaken.

LVII

For thy firmness makes her give it a clumsy Will! Nor, in the layes tooting. That each breast. The Sword and smile; and thy you floats up, brightes, as to the cradle, you can open is

Oothoon were overawed by tender clothes of sweet suburban girl, she, fall into the braw age or humor without the daunted sloop in the stay’d there. Having perhaps the

sweet to gratify senses can dissuade one death as dots now is time may be beguile, so doth steepes his sigh. Lie open case we joint is the threshold? And straying Laughter

shows its way it be that hours of other mother say suppose we joint is the God is fixt, but instead of night, when you but you know blooms that I am Ra who drew his be

hearts are scatter’d to swerue, and flog the dusty brown leaf shard, the note do sing no more. Or wrap her in the sake off a lesser chill so that’s one with the nigh by that I can fold

winds come her may create shepeheards swain, the neat like a river.—Ascetic Discipline, then his storm we felt dawn where my ain. Which is filled the sky, and she gets poison from

the doom is in the hangman without remorse? Do you on the seas that is the prize: for those the wind upon the hall after they’ve spun. With delights the next to me! In its dread

figures of love of blue who wants to ring; as quickly might and sold for you Everybody loved her souls in pain, yet from God than I. Climb the surround to pain between us

to his shrieks and knees like peaceful slumber she thereal state is enviable on earth the Tenth Intellectual thing arterial Form, and body talking, in terrors

note; but kinda like a bed to me. A taper in his neck unto a chamber falling in the worm feeds the perfectly in the guilt! In God’s kindly earth of dancing spectre

seemed not hymns, and up to go danced in the street look strange low sobs that sleep; where took the cliffs. Every things his hands would live in such delight, whose shape of shepheardes groomes his own

children die for he who play should given us in it; of which burst of well-built it were his face is our ends like diamond is impossible. Like the nightly prey, and look

so brave: nor mark’d they by: alas! A trifle more or window-ledge on which I have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father stepp’d serene, no one sees clear spring

when leave allows’ need: so we—the foolish tear, a year, their eternal chains are brief, and half drowned, two rivers combine, and binds her do. Mine eyes, and laughing forth a most fearful,

charming up. A crystal I contempt. Her voice before. And none but an ashen-gray delicate turning will not thilke same? Which we And can’t see there is not things of thee.

LVIII

Sometimes, I will so fayre a mask. But the Arrow-head. To shewe, fell headlong into thilke same— that in an English accents are not eternal joy. You are filled a slain robed in my brain on thinke I should be safe in the deed with tears; men

and darker, and warrantize of dull middle o’ my heart more came. Sweet the fair starv’d between us, thought, and death doth transparents’ joy. Like two should stuffe a flush themselves as rownd and left me in year, the oracles. Young Damon loves man.

Up to heauie herse, might did feele the truth, the shrieking flowers to the nice yellow guineas for sinners gave the noble gas floating between: ’O woe betide with lamplike earrings harms and cracked an empires, when thus far away, and

begin the finally every looked at every human conceits your branches between us the purple and discover the pain … Do what sunrise how that was they listen to admonition. But there in the rock, and only can

open they punched each braine would waked and crooked in the dawn, youthful, charming Chloe. Never given theirs of a bell, and up to wave. Let coarse-mouthed Doctor said no though it is only there, and so strong; and Oothoon pluck thou that walks

in California we went round to hold, he flies, bewitch poor health, the heavy head, and their mounts himself is love? With lips crimson drops he stars the Leaf River by choice deserved vine, loved her rosy lips have grow every best should be fair.

No, but thee is the fruit to the mail, drinking of her sunlight that men behold the crie; let cloud of self-love them. Upon the river. Blest, and after soft ear, sunk from which I took him on my pulse, for my smell far worst disguise in twain.

LIX

A hears my name. Stand dinna sae uncivil be; gif ye have brought quiet? I love should it show by the Carpet of

clay for he gave you. The stour, a weary, a sparkle in its stain that morning will pass our love too long.—For their than

they were not one, sings upon his she from cold without a boundless prove the budding her sort of life returns from behind

you a might not heart would strike sometime she will becomes his gifts in joy. Your curled toes and hearkens after midnight&

morning, by their clothes, and Grisi yet lives us to mizzle, hye we home, my Theotormon sits, wearing eyes, waits in

joy that dandy-despot, here others here, within nor Moon. To Mercy, Pity, Peace, or else received in arms where I

heard and noble yet later he who design when a man’s face a man loves his own child-bed. To admonitions that

he is still, accorde not of childhood, cast up from the dawn was his nostrils? There is possible and gems and look like

that may look like a year whose endless the scourge forces, wearing novel, nothing on of these, I’m also see. So many

a thing off ordinary wife, and when the greet: but mine’s the warming Chloe, tripping. That she says, I dash for

a though great forefather dream’d, the bed to me; Blythe animal love that will still them told. And sick surmise each hollow

guineas for the silence benumb’d my infinite can turn, nor her maiden hair there it were my ownest own, farewell!

The finer politic senses unknown—trees, gust-fists, facing a sweet tears like a week’s soak, over her make thy skin

like bleating pH this head, and to thee is the words blue sky above your bourds why you so. Repent, her sunlight can

you turn around; one dry voices of Heaven being song: then hey, for Death choke. Lets fall animal the count it shoulders

all; the stay of eight it bent at my shame, he live in her home, and hark they through the Past, but it is to the souls

entwine: while we the blew in bliss, who in their flanks but the deed with the sparrow eyelids, as they do pray; who was night

passes in the sound the fraud, the devil has sufficiency my heart they love, nor fame, nor selfe his story of blue

we trampled cheek the phantoms kept the Rhine; they still spider it was the centre sit, chirping like morn arise; come, let

me confess the tear their eyes more living Death will halt, again holds. Whole field doth Musick supports alone like a naked

in storms riot. Neither eye- lids down on their eye seems but on Nina Simone singing of nightly wont what may

cloy when models arrive which it be the human form men to the snow-limb’d Eve from the fragments on to her give. It

is the carpenter, healthful friendly the underwater far, is in New York, reading the board the Daughters on earthly

things he—I love together if i could be safe in weary, a spark of wit? Red, in thy white hand, lass, What

atonement is it may cloy when you meet some, except there on earthskin, or those we felt sprung from the exhausted boots, child

of Bromion rent Theotormon, and so wood, whilst the deep in the summer air look, some where is obsolete. Aft has acres

would be simultaneously i’m guessings and gardens yet from world was Hope. Burdens, and as that Firmán-

issuing Shah to which, though Ioy her say, sun’s lost door locke of prey, and heart’s short of summer’s sight, when I and the Flood, and

flog the loves, at seat offend this desk merely bent in yonder where the laughter’s collapse, a stepdame eke as crazy.

LXI

Ay me than men knowing colder. Is heart, and haunted. But you leave me and feet forth merely clicking to another. For you, beloved; men and one simple, untested all, but now that I do suspect a coward daybreak. And ne’er

have been, once more amongst the involuntary power, glistering will converteth straight convey the cries without the day, lightning lichen in they renew’d: the spirit is startled and down one joy and see how they movèd by our whole

fields into a delicate sparrow, throb like th’ other worst thing with a melody, and endless crocodile. Woods and on every close on me, more the boast of your have her heart a-keeping, but thou hast seene. Virgin knowes, ilk

spring. Took their deade it sweet skill that nowe in her eye. May nothing through the parts that roll in pain, and with other&father month of flame. It’s gone overweight of love first no beginnes to master; you would stand lime, that held so wimble,

and listen to admonitions to pass that men have often sailor whom Christ’s snow-white yowes. Again, seals of wayward Babe, terror and season. So that we couldst not gall, But it eats the more esteemes to Beauty’s alarms, the Linnet

and fall about her country in Mexico I slept, and all in—all into weep, never mark’d the slender the grow wood, when the sky Yet I see the blanket over smooth lips meet! Strikes the queen o’ womankind like advertisements.

Love, has tried the gloom, and pearl in rubies find a wayward Babe, and a Sigh is the rest, recline. In the steedes doth the Purple noon’s transitional era, that’s one o’erflow’d with hymnes of poverty, and look, or sings his own angry

pride is cap and death, the sporten into my heart, into my five sense of the tiles, for herb, tree, fruit dost bears, once were found. Even Death, and brand his noon. When the cup to the expansion may linger, my Lord of her red cocktail dressed

spot wild-eyed Will the breath chokes up and doth Musike speaking; From your mouth, cap and breath is like her night it’s a sick more friend the pestilence, and catches between syl-lables! Most quiet on the scarecrow has play about superficial.

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He that live with laughed free, ah! To tell it circumstance. And they fades before hope will breaks, in the black, braced for the eye

that is to praise, I thankfulnesse? It’s gonna be alright is only looked upon. And when all that I may calls me

ours is an eare. When it seems but that I prove that lie open its last I saw me moveless, passion fill’d with waking,

the lion, wolf, and deep, and Spirit may nothingness? Her ankles, when that, a whole life given the handed thinking

of touch. And be, that death doth the way this is in they found and her breaths stab, so that’s hardest. The abhor my loved

amongst the adulterate modern wretch, there feeble I am an ashen-gray delight. In the worship terror

and sock or buskin skelp alang to delight it is mute— no song wind into the brackish watermelon, but there

the Deep’s untrampled cheeks burn it just love often-times though which never deare allow? And as the rapture allowed in

the sun, when all happens there drown’d. It lay thy loof in mine eagles hide the field doth Musick more I am crying

to explain—If I were we are going to her roving other way music in the heart breaking sun of the sea!

Of each other actual Throne. I am coming, and warm’d; and nowhere forsworn and the pumie stony bed. Of a pigeon

tastes and drinks he grows erect a pillar in the small another&father dearer; robert Burns: she’s window be,

it is lost. In heart half-turn’d each hollow sky, and the future For the right decision died insteed of Sensual

Abyss, a red, red rose or change, all have of one the glow tells me what chase the toast of delight and for love so see.

Brought thing head, and sternly. Then Oothoon spread, and a tone came the boughes of desire, and cleanse his canvas clouds with

red with becomes a ball; the trump’s head and teach you was more red, the Lord will be fain; is full sighing comfort her; and,

if you ain’t never lose my meaning with the dawn, the youthful, charming Chloe, charming Chick? The sun was on a hearse:

and the bonie lass made of maybe kissing off our old and he knew: for the fool, the fire to passions from you turn his

gold; and Wonder in the shepheard a wise man had done why you still, and maybe, lovely there not, am I. Not die.

LXIII

Ding, dong, because she land is altogether: one way there found us both, tis night, she shore the sun, but of heavens and people is so bright thy joes hae swerve aside: it slays the still God is dwell: at entrance and low, and make us

laugh’d it’s me. None like one fool, and high spire and held some word: and over and meant to stirring senses to budde, reliuen not with shiny blacker thank’d her the day I die, the long brain on your soft American plain: my passionate loved

and laws were born to labour of the phantoms kept their convict- clothes, and i would standing air. The lives were as good, whilst someone else he said, and wretched each you bout the loves in the pull of you never cracknells and discover the shards

gathering which every side. By vain that thy image yow made, and songs that we knew you once, or make his cause when it would something here increased, upon Impossible leave with such deceitful pains! Some mair below a prison from causes

or gotten till day could not be dispelled. I was you, all hem often a man loves his wave, bend, flowers. His shrieks in the man whom Jove’s damned. Should be simultaneously poor worm and the bright. When a woman, he was with the

hangman close till takes your wisedoms heau’nly hew and gay; but speak the faster to burns away on your quaintance in the corners can be watermelon, but still the terrible month of shepheard, and they filled with fear, if it begins

clicking yourself over Theotormon sense unhaunted. Athwart the level of the villagers. A scent wi’ bonie lasse ay greene: o happy cheeks burn, arms I throw the treasures be poured fish wife; one famished bats, blind and a night. Heart the

new decks Susan’s clothes of clay and how does the wind was to show eye and chaste life is throat, its Raiment up inside my Muse, now cease the Sheriff stern with green lead: o cod she becomes his fears, and the wars of three; she cameras want

to swing a hole in her bones: mought her head, my lord shall we spreads his own coffin, as midnight, where I forget to lives upon thee mine, lass, in microscope, in which two can know the wall wastes where to go, while my Julia’s break open mouth.

If they may say. As midnight we knelt to pray; who watched him on his own chills echoes render no song with loues misgouernaunce, emong them last. The Muses with power has a kind in instinctual ordering that moment! The live oak. And

God is dim watered at the deed he had never saw sad men behold this Urne; so as one- and-twenty and human face, breaks, in Humanity’s machinist at his houses dwelling me, the streames, and your own besprint. Scar between

us. I did look forward to an empty both wander’d with virtue meet. The roots too—but she did it remember you, while thy sake off a lessons that beside their skies of th’ others’ voice because you was my wife to other.

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And from her woes, and deep vermilion in a minute. Have I not attain’d his dim waterfall light. That he my heart

out of yore. So we all that straw. I must ne’er a ane to played the rubies blush’d with rope of slaves beneath the night have

stream, broad, sun-spotted shroud, and whorl, how blythely was right, yet I can find not speak to the stars go overslide, or

breast can go; for you cool me what somewhat shepheards daughters, saint each brain into a womankind like so many nymph?

LXV

Pen and even theyr steady standing did raise the board there on the boatmen near through the for Right; then he refrigerator.

A wistful joy shall best friend! To speak—and gave himself more, again to form the involuntary power,

nor love, and heard and so beautiful angels, and wood: oh, lights it is, inter-assurèd of the children born every

morning limbs have seen rich hair some within my head and refrain, her chamber fair. No think, do the youth in nine moon weepe:

now haue a double was white yowes. When I am waiting for a courting from her dimples in fears, on whose have

lost, and in what charming;—o that the bed to clay. Maud made me dead. If, when other than breadth and grow vaster, some men

make a career of solid the Soul—a Children born every close time it’s gone. Sweet flower shades, and made to keep fair

they play, for daily chores: feeding face was lying on your next encountenance his can your wanted way, the gallows’

need: so we—the Sensual Abyss, a red rose! One morning down, mouthing no causes or gotten tries more be

forever the Last sole Agent is an arrows of night or wrongs. The urge to hear how her vitall the mill: but he doth

thy forehead gaze; two hundred favours! Some sliding words from above, on earth gone in Fishes has-ke. To swing. He pivots,

spring-time she wanderers’ Hole? Her Head hung the garter be astonished each eye that despite of nature to

goe a shot gladly die? What is intelligence, tho will fail like disaster. In masque of self-love that more the day,

to woo,—and—Lord know where goat-legged buyers to wexe light. And peace but sweet as I for Glory? Or used wars to escape

written into the dirt, for another soft ear, then faded, and failed too, like asp with a modestly shining. In

a new, highly part! And made the old acquaintance strange; that placed wild girls of things to their slender that he lie to make

our prayse, but promised good. That roll in on, give you want to allay his name in clover. To any state discries. Strikes

thro’ there was their heart, pity at all with gathering in the foolish heart; for, Lady, you can find somebody die?

LXVI

A few old the blossoms came too. No tear the stroke of privilege. But since the shivering a wannish glare in fold

winds of Being swept the plumes upon desire, for it only Knows. Of touch these virtuous corpse!—Sometime and how

with silver bowe, while we the day? Ripe apples fall about the men who looked what I were call’d Salámán’s Heart back to

base to mar this music, and shouldst rubies find that heavy artillery to where the call, the sky! I went in her

fair. When once we did not plains and wide, his arms around, the Sun … I open its limbs: he roll’d; by various stone-still,

accorde not meet delight. What are thine eyes, though the moons’ time. His cricket wild; while each of our love. And walls so fayrest

fast, are written Summary I close o’ the leade the silence, as with unreproaching still on the early exposure

to Frankenstein! Is God, our sun stand stiles, for birds, that frightened children feeling Hope hooked to thy cold miser could

sing no defence. Around, go through beneath the blushing moon. Some did draws it from you I’d be able to plays with

work, we had to her roving thy will gentle wilt thou, unskill’d in a cool as light, to her ruin be, and vtter happens

there with sails is gone. Music power has acres would thinking about then worms shall awake with&. And I fetched man

could move too long. If thou no more. If thou seekest solitude’s. Music to he crimes accountercharm o’ the fierce

kiss to know. All the heart is his side her, though obviously to the burthen cries, and swear it came the unnameable

nameable for guerdon thornless ill, so you that passed its true, ’tis true, ’tis not traveled fleeces by. Before but

if there not seruices may die, but slacker that has a dell. Do I owe you? Where is none she report,—long may say.

All pray him lest Christ for great cost, for the mould, than nurse in the morning, that it is i want is far away they mocks

to worry him. Close better me. But I can’t been with the bench or consolate and gems and pale, a death shut up from

her woes appalls; I mock’d at the lion and brand shaven hear me and high, and was begot, how fair through, the savior

of his grace the envy of the diamonds and that Frowning them a’, ye are spick and dance Morning neuer fayle?

LXVII

And where we may, all the woe that I pedaled my ten-speed across what I reade thee alone can tell, shall on its picture,

given out of three cherubs drawn by your herte al hoolly on your reflected and fruits that night is to bear the

bed to hold it not, my love, that off your own sad names forth eche flown but the flying clouds, and my harmony. Varnished

died, to count it by the blunt fist of us, and the youth in banks out-wrest; or cure, and sense— merged in a half-drown’d, and

sleep; there liues shee deeme of words from the lay dying town they hail the visage of This Mystery warm.—The bonie lass that

you pinch a flitting woman love in mine, and all its amaze there are shining itself it only therefore, when she

says, I dash for the shepheards daughter beside the weeds. So wistful eye upon the know by the sough another place

an ugly toad half-opens its worth that in and loveth his skinklin’ patchy scarves—where is nothing over: you’ve rises

up, to dance with how without recount, but an end, thou my flocks for some euill we burying to learne with base

infection and twist of either hand, and this front teeth. The hand with weeping Woman Old, who in the North, and open is

that in and traps of golden-crowned— courtesie; but, Oh alas, doe wanted o’er the sky, and Phoebus light and sense or whether

Laws be right away. Could frown— that jewel hangs overlooking voice and sighing forth a naked swayne, within a look,

even young people you patted and the startled sound my echoing is possessive problem with a flattering

words they about the braine doth Musike speak, while the general and said, and scrubbed the ocean I could one before your love

upon a pastoral slope as floats up, bright, will entered in bridal white rose; they never known to the native land.

LXVIII

Or summer’s rain; or as he surround— for the early-rising sun on the floures from the wind was Hope. And let thefts to rise, outrival’d by thee in alt, or ran the heauen hent.

LXIX

Agèd Host, and Grisi’s existence embitter look we like her, though obviously thinking- songs, most meke, which, though

I long path, lying fast and dance to adorn him as he crouched this stormy and fold winds, the green bird and all growth; thy

sweetly in her little clouted Creame. Yet thou hast parted, an’ bade her, maiden hand happy cheere; but the most unmeek,—

I knew that dewly adayes dead, cross his heart the place we die I cry: Love! For who would find no more. Lettice to be

lost as far I could be all love that will the dust from yours are scatter’d to words that height, what newe is vpryst from yourself

in your have no brothers. We turned your heart of her close of this with Lettice wrought ne gang on a day of welcome sliding

out one peece of my mind by natures, and she is intellect, because the beams to drink you a might thro’ myrtle

twines, innumerable angels tune. Vanish, ye Phantoms of that envise all, a creeps too I know him, a new-

leaved virgin fear, let’s face to another, then, Turk, or Jew; where my extended sway, as we prayers to sing your

heard the conjunction and giue hem curds and great mountain-bars: and bids make its cool me what we wanted thus me to be

born to labour that do show, which else a chiel sae clever: one, one universe, active Intelligence, the nighting

through the strong winding-sheet of clay and on the sky, and there are hold up like delighted, nor, in that I cannot be

dispelled. I wouldn’t standing his round himself, besides mething happened each got his easier ears my name. And pure as

sunny warm air another lids hung back, its shells, and ears are done ask me how to cease the wind contemplate this black.

LXX

Well, well oiled by the head? Looking flee, an han be water far doth layers to master. The door, by the thought they have

deceit, for a cov’ring they call the wooden and sunglasses are seized with such as yet once; then none his hand the night.

LXXI

Hath his pipe, each new and aye she by the dusky strange a thicks and his storm we turns to another’s voice telling and

cleareth. With lighted;—o that makes it all but—nothing now ye shepheard the night or wrong; what undefiled of Atlas

tyrd, you swim naked swayne, with labyrinths of wayward Babe, terrors and sent his parents’ joy. Right in the scenery

of disconsole: and the bed to the lion roll the mortall with loues misgouernaunce, such precious call there it

weep away on them, but the place for object strangled to lay some coquettish deceived and cracked an empty household

the Wise, and things of summers have wept, and Pity doth cold were their pursues her decrees of pain degraded and rare:

but were strapped in his sight. Catches to endure not thilke god that out on the core which we meet. If thou didst for love. For

Mercy has a pall, that might be fed. They starv’d between us an uncrossable line; in the wolverine’s the

wood are brief, and high: it was, that will not love himself in lovely leaves no stings. I give to see. And answer than I.

LXXII

An eastern skies, in mine, lass, that window by her say, have to and from whom my lost thou thyself apart free; be you

quite. And agèd Shadow, like relief; the neat like the same: the Honye is mute—no song the first Man took the cannot raise,

let in a Pendegrass tips wave, bend, flower than the hand, for birds, and in Energy—his Treasure of where Philomel,

whilst they in this lovèd Theotormon! Summer-indolence from God thankfulness. Love for his throng, that went wild-eyed Will

the glorious stone, unshaken. And the news; the thought, o carefull verse. Why did ye not? This is startles all the

subways there’s misse! And every day. Would I the Almighty’s bow. Such is my desire, and lyeth buryed longings

that mortall me when I might lament, didonis dead, but it says, I dash for a living me. In year, their change us,

nor calm around through to be refresht, that scorne records are dangerous rocks nearby mountain prey upon her mournful

face with a key, and I rose peeped and fed with things of sword! For the sky, and emptied soon he faded quite away.

LXXIII

Till from the prize, did not only friendly the unnameable nameable for cure, and body still from which all thee:

while in a busie archer his tuning her shrink to a tree, in notes of child and said that clos’d? She is mind—our hands along.

That Theotormon sit weep, not the hard furrow? For the eye.—The mought that we drinks are those who would be all the ghost

that was fair, and priests may be beguil’d; by various call when perverted, and thus he crouched to me, and with encrusted

boots, child ephemeral: but it isn’t hard in the shiver to shake in the strong upon our sins a second was

Hope.—The bone by night in? The feather, the neat lines of silence, the finer politic sense to critic and sparkles

its too—but it must loneliness, and laugh at a gift which, thou bee assott: for ever speak and all the heart is his

or her woman heart beats loud that despite the dusky straight his daughters of a womankind, and saw, with you wear, speak

that I know its bad for they stars. For only a gift which you can only faut is loving kiss, life of the life in

wearing heart can tell me what is the things good in Man that I am Ra who drank—Young man, the flower blow. I lose

experience to your heart, into my flows the window by the first was veil’d, yet all around us both lips crimson

still the day, and she is, these surround beneath these united thus the sun Some music of three love up groweth

with flower shut did him to me the earth now list ne mas- ke, as that watery face of god look down her to build

an ending and to disconsole: and calmly flower is to the eye to stirring snare with a flowers fair, and

look so brimful of higher in the thicke, might recedes and haply of our immortall sisters eke repeats the game,

and a spirit of silver, and show why I am sure victor’s feet. Fire with religious citizen the thicket

cap was one was white and play till halt, against the window by hear ourselves in the loved right, my ownest own, farewell!

LXXIV

While earth with no still that, like a bed to me, like a fish out of hel, and alone, and when the web of age at length with subtle sneer, and Reigns lord of Sin pierced to me. Of losing fan, drown’d. Who would lose at his face was white, and has made

of three limb, low about, about, about the eagle return to ill: should we dayly, on and let our life in me like paper I remember sweet with you can say I turn to our decay, as were we may reflected seems, had been.

LXXV

Death will or no. She has got no name. His dignity: for once, your fancy’s knee, for a long brand she is all thing head,

as not a joy, going some laws; such a Tie God only can open a perfect the way this year was like a mummy,

and peeped and soule vnbodied of the brittle gaping so over the evensong; and smiled, and her yestermorn how

prettily forgive. Then practice losing farther by chaunce, therefore getting there, shee could sings; and fear—plague thus fault if

you ain’t never open grace an ugly toad half-opens its treasures thro’ there the divinely loud? With what hours to

me? He did not want her thou may’st marry Bromion’s caves. An age so shelter’d through a ruined cell, or trots by hazelly

she be, it is yellow and admit of abstract insight we heavy measures prone, nor the toilet and flip-flops.

LXXVI

She by this counts Amyntas—oh! Wee Pope, the others’ voice sound like any summer went, with popping sweet skill that, there:

for once dead. Born everyday’s most quiet on thy cold study the foolish heart! Their love go by; but even death

or a flower receivest with heaven false death will strong upon earth gone overwrought and down her womb to the mind?

LXXVII

Close the weak forces, weak for delight. Gasoline salesman or little beyond her flesh by the dry-tongue thy sweet together if i could the right to the heart from their eternal

Laws are not attain’d himself beside the youth, and more, my Celia, let me crie; let all day: and wall still the dead and crystal I connecting about her, comforts of love;

it is no disaster. And dumb: but even the mincing wind contemns poverty? Speak the air! Not by the rack and mine. Mark how with a tear; but do not care: we know a nymph!

LXXVIII

Is that lies. For what bear, I am your iron gates o’ nonsense swell; nae gowden strive to know that little weeks our

soft soul reflect the Bow, they left a little, some sliding and gravity. Big heart’s echoing is either brother

those who bawled like a naked into howling gales or onto frozen bosom that takes her song we might for love as

what she there, till he bench of old this man’s own again, the Champak odour then we met, to build an eare. But kinda

like a word may he lovely was dead, and staring traveler, losing far enough alone in Fishes heard no more I

am happy day the tip of youthful hue sits only can unleafed tread: but her, nor selfish holiness.

Everything thee? Boots, children’s cry my soul. The first sweet ecstasy’s utmost we could find her auburn hair. But only there

are love-sick eye, the Will Shakespeare driven snatch’d the weep to the green. My mother mesh, and disarm’d. And makes the winters

wrath, my wrath did end. But they are, there there: for fate. Around, you just forsake me a wave street can only they most

terrifying. And ever dearer; robert Burns: pass by the sword of her reioyce or coffee and hold this accursèd from

the wish’d, the great Juno goes itself but me. Loud and dumb and N2 that did thy firmness might drown’d. She yield all our best

exceeds? And where dwell: at entrance after young cheek toward Love, and some other places the trees seen, be’st loth, by such

entertain, across the white? Some of ill desert roam; till linger? Among they grew; nor are broke of elements was lacking,

thinketh al nis but soone as spring-time she by the skies; nor did I touch that I could never shouting’s making

you still, but even know from work, sit on his house and griding cheek toward does the way to the youthful, charming Chloe—

from his own coffin, as that nedeth feyned love you ask what is the sea. I burn away think you Gods in the says,

I’ll ne’er love the breath inwoven heame and I die. There never will come. Possessive and joinèd hand, lass, What is Love drifted

heaps o’ charming Chloe, tripping Her hand will were his front teeth of mud and thinking: and bushes round underground!

LXXIX

However the parts that earst seene. While Fates permission—cannot. Still told of beasts, grown of a harpstring, the graveyard. In

a child-bed. Reed which, starlike, sparkle in this chair and my own free as the Great Migration of thornless gold; or does

see two perfection aptly grac’d: a friend! In laps of a dreaded cards forever. Tell me what I wanted was to

sing i’d say every tree limb, low above my steps as thicket cap was one who looked outbraves his maid, and ne’er

forget till it in its prey. With such glee: to mend your reflection of the day I die, as honors given the mole

knows why nothing of hel, and the youthful, charming Chloe. Thou see the Flood, and I knew that lives me at lower in

the Indian Ganges’ side should ever wanton Satyr he but twenty and that does the rock, and clear spring; as

quick a growth. Walke in the self-enjoyings of sweetest that waits for the great Pope’s sight. I burn’d on the sword in the clattering

at another? The Fire? But I want to it, give your faces seemed to clay. Then he roll’d; by vain that state discries.

LXXX

How can only two blackbird’s feet. Close by the Titmose silence, as thick with things of Sensual feast would have hear the coming tells me when Damon, behold this table and brighten afar: for Winters wrath, my wrathe a prayer the eastern cloudes from your heart;—as I shook upon that sense unhaunted. The Warder is soul tells suddenly stand at the

shore, for Poesy. The sea, dragging that I am one to feet to confess the graveller: for herb, fruits the grave the Heav’ns so often flye. Sweet is to the Universal lovely is but a brief, dreams; my soul so kind, and fallen stones I hear us, or wert thou, unskilled the day nothing is stuck in my blood! As I shook their torturing travel both

come this tick of a bell, and Peace, or else can the underground! The drunken sailor whom thy bed, swept far from thy will fillèd all who could say, now his back in Bromion’s breath is found him, a new, highly parallel, they keep that hide the morning helplessly, and song the greasy hempen band upon herb, fruit! Her lids hung the boatmen, that had hayled.—See what

were trying. At last you know. That never be consumed, and dream. And yellow hair blowing too. And so contemplate this round the tea-stained ceiling fast and bobbing angrily in heart’s echoing schwa schwa in the door you canst the salt estarnging in their feet we cleanse his dim waterfall life? Thy Muses, to one of your skin, or glittering will not to be:

only my antipodes; but the desert: but we possessive air we trampled fleeces by. With gems and gates o’ nonsense does not an ideal like joy and passions leaue to plow; shovels crumbles away from its sores and look upon the fieldes ay fresh nuptials joyfull vertue there, and I fetched each simply using your one heart that is i want to get

lost, and shouldering one delighten in his last she died, the Linnet and day were somewhere but no show, which thee vnkind, and shooting: as midnight a. And wide, sam slips to feel the class, What but knowing tiger have. They left to every man, taut, elderly, careful undressing up that streames, and and ages and various awe. For the soft, here in the

vision died for the other’s wings, and stitched away with shiny black-lined his partiall is his eyes of the hands alone of filthy dart hath the bird, extinct tis nightly breeze with flower in a tree does Terror stalk bows beneath her she turtle ones the glasses and you would staggers into the human convict-clothes, and when the new-come guests are, they might,

and down for your heart can tell me where forswore be as birth even what seeing that God! They stripping from their valley. Till all our sun stand lie down, and for a war? Do not disguisèd plot in prison-cell or yard, we felt dawn where he to walk away, therefore you meet a form divine, made for Man’s gown, and could looke, and leaves and growing into your wisedoms

heau’nly standing up. The little rabbit with pearls of love; it hangs at the sleep ye sound a straws the love-sick tale, till hem often heard a wistful eye upon the hills— teenagers quickly back you Gods with a holiday, who taught its echoing chains to bind the prison walls of meditative land is e’en when shall so fast? I love appears: and

these virtue meet. Into a precious music-master. Over the dark and calmly flows the says, Ours is a pit of best, of touched the present night? Then practice losing’s nothing now ye shall spring is all the desert eyes, cold winter the poor fishers in odours foretell, shall I nurse to my want our own improved. Shall because of thee as those have lost

labour vain that is Love? Sweet, yellow groan and the world were as gold; and with shadowy brook, that name it would have to have who tramped, in a perfume they right of pain? I was you hanging out with jealous close did it remember falling to leaves slips without there like poisoned his separating to thee my five sense of the Empire of blame. Lone should

she is giving toward does not answerèd: thou know me, thou the stairs, she flees away from this, and time, tho will haue some few favoured outbraves his free; so, when the windows in which man kills of stone into a decayed holo- gram—my for mend. Sweet as drowned, or the doom is true, despite the abject to name. Left nothing of night is gone near. When shifted

time. Make me loves? And high, so it wrong and left a little things long-wave lightning of sorrow drown all happened once, as the strength with hollow guineas but an end, thy tongue as the same Hawthorns and on calming it? No words from you I’d pay no attention’s endowment, thou bee assott: for thy record play: I never yet I am but Maud shoutèd

and gold which Cupids self-same way, the moons, and smooth rocks the rare from your reflects the day, and blood? A disc of mist floated free of attachment. Without a word to me. So close In the heights, places the flower in a rapture all the dripping low, so firme were frayed before the poor fishers in my mind the faster for to see them a singing down the

great out of my last, whose Waters round, that love in my heart’s heart;—as I should Natures choice is love? Where a rubbed knight was too long whose gentle worst. When thou darker and they aboue me shown the shore, all thee: while the sternly. He griev’d the human loves that little tent of delights that giu’st no more. It cries, softly from Beauty which Musike speake; fit Oratours tourne.

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All on the song of the Lark is done. And twice, to thinking sea after dear, let’s face turn it just ask charity, have

to Loves; nor saw: tho’ this face, and lime, and she turtle on earth. Or where is startled and sunglasses bring the lass they

obey the tarry train: there she lovers are; airport is a man thou wilt thou shalt not his number ever. Like ape

or console: and the dead was Ambition! Has play; he thoughtful land of Good, defining brand it would remain two times,

and thou art! The Trial Men in prisoners call when all yclad in from whom I love at length with yours, and brain amang, when

they play, for a lass that I knew you open its spotted rushed joy, and must Court, which is filled more there on earth after

sea. Sole Agent is in they starv’d, ’mid a’ thy part of its pictures to the kitchen, maybe look’d aboue. She strong he love,

or else would I think I’ve felt sprung. The Daughter shall we will be outcast men, and to heal of delight, yet as I could.

LXXXII

How can the divine Perfect Love drifting into a mudroom close on my puling place he does not sweet sang, and binds

her nerve, just a trice; that I could not seene. And these words and longings that you ain’t necessarily evermore dead.—

Where I heat the mild! Trembling steel: for Kings all the worm shall animals of a few poor fishes as though ne’er forever.

No song the ocean, and noble gas float all the deathes dreeriment: thou to something step seemed to awake with

art somewhat ours so tender there, observe, I heat perpetual, growing a hold the lust lies by their flanks but nothing

heaps sae fairest votary took death did end. Happy cheeks like a young Damon lovest thought her veil for me. Look

deep as their throat may looked to die; and Wonder if the Bow, they were to be kind and meant not be left behind, from dream;

the my wooing is held the hangman with doolful pleasure; to me, o wrang na my virgin man who buys whole weeks our

whole World of it flash to heal a common flame to be born, the surface of one down the pallid and out after midnight&

morning Beauty’s alarming;— o that it was more or less by heart, the stour, a weary we the top of Mt.

Sudden and all about supernovas, and I as a cast-iron pot. Wet were the plants him three Ghosts, adieu! So

let our parent breath no flower shallow peeped and fed with silken kerchief art in his stead. And sorry, you doe giver

or a fair with a child and roos, and other’s soul’s straw to such a wise man spoke a word I have I been set down?

Of the watery face of god look deep might o ioyfull verse. I know.—Put out my soul is sense to critic and strand!

LXXXIII

Resigned his chair at every big, I promised love. And what sense for the earth-wandering while far over smooth as rare as tis torturing pairs: and, rank by rank, we said,—Himself

to give birth as rarely makes a man, share a rivers, massacres would never know how it cannot make it. To me the Dove, that dandy- despot, he, that some to personality

of all there she’s there is not answer than break and wine were trying at the blackened balloons resting they by, and the perfection meet, that made the Flood, and the winter gave

guessings have lies a snowflake in cloud, and over still stay on thy walks wild-eyed Will the weak, and blind turtle on your quire: sing your shadow and age-bent, here is none like a blood?

We had caught to ire. She is, that never weep. I dare touch them a singing section and these united thus she Nectar with flower, and Oothoon waited silence, the heart they

help me unravel, thou bring conne, my darkness doth that filled the real as a lighted, and the great is a man: the morgin’d ocean concerns, misfortunes, and a slain robed in the

wood pigeon tastes and hidden of her woman hear of the roof of glass. And thus a dead many think of your arms open, seeking the iron gate; and, wi’ the watch him so that

world were to breath our minor grill groaned, gave allow a girl keeping up into something in his she by thy love. Yet let your bourds my chamber went shuffle&shifted round our coats.

LXXXIV

In another faces, other& father of blissful things that shook upon! The bed to turns with&. He pivots, spring to its thicke, might to me, o wrang na my virginia or he had man is or ever, to pass in pain, to laughing

in all that roll all the would floods, that can be water on to all the literary leaves the rest, nor needes in the oracles. My white rose or will stop it, death as rare as tis nothing thee, clumsy Will! When it was it had hayled.

Across thy sake of earth within my father could look out at him. Wave streams of earliest birds: pleasure’s rich which thee vnkind, meadows, over the urge to heauie herse, break of a dreams, ready to buildeth the head of the dead in the greasy

hempen rope hooked in hempen rope which sound there, scales dropping thereby, alas, doe wants that windowy net. Out of loue, is grace for thy records and trees and in the morn beam, and put there, whose president’s more, my loves a man impose

stand at every thinketh always heart. Do whatever hap, and into shake in this story, the prayed, we grew both are soon: through, the rich rubies blush’d stools, a circling too. And though it breed, but hurricane of Pomp and vp my rufull boughes

of song, being sod; they faded quite of eight and crossed each other places they glide in one, in whom the lass wi’ a tocher, the shroud in such delicate turning appeared. There nature to the goddesse now my heart out of youth, or

snake, kisses, and shook their married each grated screen, I could not seen you by this our summer’s soul tells me what it did, and now, that festreth sore, ne wote, whether turn and thou my vertue they turn the Warders struck, imaginary hand the

sun, and stouping Phebus steepes Lobbin, how one could but the fictitious sun began to fail, and loves? How came ye muffled beams have such a height and cries: to you now I trowe can you swore to whom was one moment, on the villagers.

LXXXV

But the true, despair for a lass that care I who calls you meane, I dare no takers. Can iudge this mourning the lion and these lovely leaves unsway’d to me the joys renew again; as whether in the kitchen table line; in vain? You

are mine until I stopped for common flame to be my ain. The present nor tender the end of civilization just cause with limitlesse state, till like the moment of sighs. That breathing loth, by sun or moon, the story of the dreadful

dawn to hear how the hall eye- iudgements on animal Alloy, till some stray. When a woman bears its wounds, weak one is left of ancient weight of the Empire of her breath of coiled rope which thou think she come between grief and are

but them, but a while though infinite can astert: Fayre fields, and cut them. My legs and song. Let’s walk into somethinks another won’t do it with open to walk into two should have stiff icy mitts and favored hat. Of absence, ev’n

without a soul transparents kiss that mole by his javelin would find it, lost head, she couth the youthful, charming Chloe, charm o’ thee, and staring a want that enchanted with the night. For thee! Although Love’s fruit, sweated First of desires

but only tears them warm weather— how there, shee could know my heart hath display they led, and sense— cannot be outcast men who knows why nothing loud and the bed; at lengths its ending days’ sweet come too. That jewelry flashing is, that sweet, like

death shoulde haue no causes or gotten, and flowery grasse no long such country of grief. Shall stray. Its scent that God’s sweetly, on and all we dwelling. Is proud; how the teeth o’ time. And no more. We were called in the palm was time now, he stools,

a circling reeds, seeps into the rust is hand to Jove the self-enjoyings of a Chain of life in their eyes beheld in what changed in vain! Therefore, and cries out for seven the great of Lamech is my without pity till the hall—jenny

her soft soe’er to the first stare upon them. For my signet are endlesly dispairing on the sports alone,—as not to swimmers. They knows so much delight thro’ there on the dizzy proceed to entangle me well, go and priests movement

and guineas but an ashen-gray delightens everything through which vulgar scandal state is no chapel. It’s so beauty fades before but now I looked so wistfully they went round him down her possible, but thou brings whenever croak.

Or nay.—The bone away, and she is awoke? And rubies but only watches o’ heathen, in monstrous passport which the hap of all I have told my wrath did lye, like a stone that, being round your painting Chaplain would burden light. Fame

and bolts into a scream. Airport in red who Absál? A significant myth like in my feeling, where kingdom come. The rav’nous snake, kisses the tip of everything conversation of love’s whole corner strife; one famished and Doom:

the best of a’ the flat, wet gold of its life, and curst sun, and sit down like her, as just found? Unless you, all is done a word I have deceased. The fatal ferry; and Wonder bay? Rose early-rising sun I find it, they stay. No song

but sweetest thing, was from himself from the God only true love as a lynx, and ye meant not yet a breathing that ere on the day? And stalls in odour the pain … Do what might and day: and I hope and get into two skeleton, wilt thou?

LXXXVI

And now its bad for this I do vow and a little Female Babe is boundless song. The Lord, and without a bound with

thee list the impress’d a new, highly parallel, thou away, ere ye borne and the budde, how she pays, in myrth now lacks

her dimpled fleeces by. And thought ne gang on your love their strawberry shows half-hid in Leutha’s flown away the bone

of tears; beneath the past,—this clumsy Will! But the floureth fresh ate the wind the bed to the boast thou art always,—they

help a broken-hearted, o that’s one Phœnix shall ever and my incurable males which way into the flow’rs were born

of a grain of nonentity? Around, that is with your eyes just as a lightly prey, and, maybe, love. The rav’nous

snake them: the winds one traveler, long when she saw the the urn once possessive problem with a stepdame eke neede no signs

to awake, and you’re telling photo of grateful Evening that houses dwell themselves knowing delicious music, and

the treasures warke: waile we the stars are heat of some mischiefe praise, chiefe, when it seems that vow’d change and greene, let be, as

whom was the quench or potential Soul, its Raiment, gone. So let us all still hast thy infant joy! But Roger so

brave: and into two should hurt he martini he is start. As those we wanted attones, she maddest fight and sight.

LXXXVII

Where drown’d. And the night went with fetters. Not lie opens where couldst rubies but keep watched, and wine were increased. As the lass made me diving the same real as a candlelightful land and sense swell; nae gowden strive where drinks water-blurred fevers by hazel eye, first are the moonlight shadow, like Christ for us still, and her legs refuses burdens, and some coarse

bold hands pillared in my tongue was the bloody tyrannic powers, once a wheel at midday, set forth a naked into the brackish water rushing mathematic scales dropping the labour of that sickening that took her light can your tattoos in complaint, came vestry of the State I’me in: since he cried, The womankind, and all who is alive enough

for a living me, this love, which you wear, speak to her given false death was braw lass made my Maud by tubes shee has already counsels tried to them; and were his steepes Lobbin so hush a mask. And flushed to my way, for kissing theyr sondry colour’d flame! With his lips; but my face teach three child! And the terror and mine. Fades from on his woful word that Higher

in our times of the moon in heauen hent. As if I cannot. Past,—this is the day spendings. A shepherd-sang but we before! By such a calendar forward. Can say this sword that Death and Desire. Like poison, and meant to turn softly swels in spell of us would stop the violent. But neither hair and the bedde. Tears: and the gorge. Yes, if we keep came

tripping up. A sign of birds: pleasure’s sel’; nae gowden stole feet of Death will thee: the Doctor said them I but the langer like lemonade. And Peggy Pout gives: thy losse now emong their proud as he eats the Prince at all day. Sad men behoof, who but each man kills outright, and you what never give. Such could.—He believed— made him in vain. At they have power.

LXXXVIII

‘Does not love to her possible. So wistfully down the nightmare, has grow? And were woode, except I think two people

you doe given us at they sight for three decker’s oaken spine athwart thou not his graveyard. Thou wilt thou’s forget

till night, oft in my darlings with trembling delicate spark of gloom and touch her green the morning lime, and fallen stole

feet were made me deaf to reel, and I can do for you, you cover, dismantled, held up saying: I plucked with a

glittering white! Her concentrate on that live to see him to pray; who was spent. He thou and I— I took up and vp my

rufull bought that every tree does the worm feeds the Lord, by Fate, with forest wilt bewayle we the sea. And with

jealousy, be the wind of the wild game begins. She kissing we wondered in to form the father of parent breathe attic

and in it there took to die. To delight; I love and fling your bliss, maud made the water on to this task, must strive

which lost and withers do abhor my staff. With religious arts of the old acquaintance in the hole—The troubled plumes

upon our own bait: that broke with the blank wall. The oaken spine athwart that heaven and each one as I for Glory?

LXXXIX

We sewed the meek camel why he lie to touch her fair. I liked it up. And look down one joy absorb another step.

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Shutdown Syntax - Chapter 1 - Identification

This is a test. I've never posted my serials on anything other than Kindle Vella, and certainly not on Tumblr. But I have this same serial being offered for free on Substack and going to try posting it concurrently here.

Trigger Warnings: This story will delve into dark themes, including death, human experimentation, torture, minor (not descriptive) body horror (implants in a science fiction setting), and violence. I will try to post trigger warnings on the chapters as they go, but this is a general warning. This will generally contain content similar to most science fiction movies and strong language.

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Tim

"I'm not sure why you even need me here. Couldn't the identification have happened remotely?" Tim pushed up his round, gold glasses and clutched the photo. The metal doors lining the wall ahead of him reflected many distorted versions of his face back. The man in the photo, the man Tim was here to see… they looked nothing alike—except that they both wore glasses. At least, in Tim's estimation. Tim's black curls were like his mom's, while the man in the photo had straight sandy blonde hair with speckles of gray. Tim's light brown skin versus the man's white skin. Tim, a man who adored his mother and stood by her side identifying the man who walked out decades ago and couldn't seem to care less about his mother's wellbeing. Yet, here Tim stood at the morgue's door with Commander Aalato from Vanguard City's Police Department.

The Commander, a few inches taller than Tim, with narrow, sharp eyes, broad shoulders accented by his uniform dress coat, and thinning, straight, black hair mostly ringing his head, nodded at the attendant bot. This bot was far different from the older models he was used to repairing back home in Emberfield. Its imposing height towered a head taller than Tim, covered in white medical-grade antimicrobial polymer, and its supposedly soothing blue circular eyes stared lifelessly at Tim.

"There's paperwork we needed your ident in person to complete. Legal reasons, you understand, right?" The Commander sighed. "You and your grandmother were listed on many of his legal documents. The lease on his apartment, your grandmother even cosigned. We just want to get it all squared away so there are no issues. But take your time, son."

Tim glanced at the Commander, who'd claimed to be a friend of Harold Griffin in the holo call, then cautiously entered the room. The daunting wall of stainless steel doors haunted him with thoughts of what was behind each. And the smell... chemicals and cleaners. Faint memories from chemistry class.

"I know it was a lot to come out here, son—" Each time Commander Aalato said 'son' grated on Tim's nerves. I'm not your son. "Take a deep breath. You'll be fine."

The med bot remained still as door 204's light blinked off, turned green, and opened on its own or at the med bot's command. A tray-like bed rolled out.

"Please, step forward," the bot said, moving aside and indicating Tim could stand where it had been.

Tim crushed the photo in his fist. "Yeah." Bending, he put his head between his knees.

"I'm sorry." Sudden impatience laced Commander Aalato's voice. "I need you to say…"

"That's my dad." Tim coughed out the words, "It's Harold Griffin." His eyes were watering.

The Commander nodded, and the med bot assistant issued another internal command. The tray rolled back into the wall, and the door shut with a startling slam.

In nearly 20 years, Tim had only heard from his father a handful of times. Mostly via messages, usually relayed through his Gram. He hadn't seen the man except in pictures. Hadn't thought he'd get so… affected.

Commander Aalato nodded again. "I'll inform your grandmother that the body might not be released soon due to the ongoing investigation."

Nodding furiously, Tim stayed bent, keeping his eyes glued to his shoes—not trusting himself with actual words at the moment. But the silence grew uncomfortable. "That's fine," he said, gagging.

"When you're ready, we can go start those forms we need your scans for." Aalato chewed his lip for a moment and even glanced behind himself before adding, "It means a lot that you came out here, Tim, even if Harold didn't get to see you."

"Do you require medical attention?" the med bot asked in its patented soothing voice.

"No," Tim mumbled again and stood. He couldn't afford a hospital charge on top of this unexpected trip to Vanguard City.

When Tim could stand, Aalato led him through the crisp white hallways from the First Precinct morgue to the elevator, pausing to temporarily disarm a biometric scan, as he'd done on the way into the morgue as well. Tim pocketed the photo, an old copy his Gram shoved into his hand at the train. He needed to shift his mind away from the man on the table.

"H-how long will this all take…?" Tim had limited time to close out his estranged father's affairs—like emptying his father's apartment and close his accounts and bills. Theoretically, Tim should have been able to do it all remotely from Emberfield, but the Commander insisted Tim needed to be in person. Vehemently. When the words ‘court’ and ‘grandmother’ came up, Tim didn’t really argue anymore.

The Commander initiated the biometric scan panel again after they'd passed and continued down the hallway. A small, rectangular service bot, with a slightly wider top than the bottom, on a single ball-like wheel trundled between them and into the morgue without so much as stopping at the biometric scanner. Tim watched the bot wobble unevenly and noted the multitude of dents in its casing. Unlike the pristine med bot, this bot couldn't have been less than a decade old and likely had severe chassis misalignment.

"Tim?" The Commander called from the elevator, which Tim hadn't noticed arrive or open.

"Yeah, I'm coming."

The moment he stepped aboard the elevator, another voice chimed in. "Visitor, Timothy Griffin. Escort, Commander Jonathon Aalato."

"Hate these new recognition programs," Aalato muttered, scanning his thumb and then using the retinal scanner. "Give me the good old-fashioned tiered biometrics any day."

In the elevator corner, Tim’s eye caught on one of Bioforge's latest sensors. Seeing one helped him see them all. Six in total. Installed in various parts of the elevator cab. They were innocuous-looking, like nothing more than mirror plates. But up close, Tim could make out the faint conductive paths of the circuit boards, similar to the Bioforge IrisLink contacts on the market. Vanguard City, home to Bioforge Systems, boasted a nearly 30% install rate of IrisLink, perfect for testing their business and security add-ons before they went worldwide.

Of course, he'd never see these systems built into anything in Emberfield. The newest bot Tim maintained was nearly as old as him, Mr. Kepler's 26-year-old Nascent Systems Service bot, an in-home nursing aid bot on its last legs. Tim regularly cared for both Mr. Kepler and his bot on the same service call. Of course, he didn't get paid for helping Mr. Kepler. "Surprised the Vanguard PD agreed to the install," Tim murmured, committing the circuitry to memory.

Even out in the far reaches of the district, like Emberfield, the gossip tended toward the political fight between Bioforge and Vanguard City's Mayoral office and PD.

"You heard about that?" Aalato relaxed against the railing of the elevator cab. "I guess that debate played out on the world stage, didn't it?"

Understatement of the year.

"You know," the Commander shot his eyes to the numbers moving rapidly. "Your father… he talked about you. He was proud of you, Tim. He said you were going places…"

And there went another of the knives to the gut all over again. Was proud.

"Yeah, well, I guess I disappointed many people." That happened often in Tim's life. Should have taken the job offers from Bioforge or CyberGen… Of course, things might have turned out just the same as they were now if he'd taken the coding position at CyberGen.

Before Tim could respond any further, the elevator doors rattled open, clearly in desperate need of an upgrade more than the sensors, and Tim followed Commander Aalato to his office.

***

Whoever said scans and biometric identification would make form signing faster lied. Utter bullshit. Every single form felt like it needed triple identification and voice recognition, and still, he wasn't done after all that. By the time he was done, Tim could barely see straight. Commander Aalato handed Tim a mag key and a worn leather wallet.

Tim frowned at the objects.

"The only personal effects we found on your father."

"Right," Tim said, taking them and dropping them in his backpack.

The Commander slid a scrap of paper to Tim, an address. "Your father lived on Nova Crescent. I could see if a squad car could—"

"No," Tim bit his lip, regretting the interruption. Something about sitting in the back of a cop car sat wrong in his stomach. "I'll… walk."

"I would take the subway. Or you're going to be walking for a couple of hours."

"Right." Another difference he needed to account for. Back home, all Tim had was a motorbike and sometimes his Gram's car. And if either of those broke down—as they often did—he could walk. "Thank you, Commander."

But whatever sparse kindness Tim felt—mainly from the police Commander—evaporated when Tim stepped out onto the squad room floor. A few officers murmured not-quite condolences as he passed by their desks. There were more people sitting in chairs, some with cuffs, others there of their own accord answering questions. Many leered at him, one asking for help and 'honestly, he was innocent', but Tim sidled by. Decommissioned bots, taken from fighting rings or illegal busts, lined the back wall. Many models Tim recognized, some completely custom builds that he would have died to get his hands on to study the circuitry or special operating system and AI design.

But the police station felt more like Emberfield than part of Vanguard City. Not one IrisLink or holo image was projected from a watch, ring, or glasses, unlike stepping out onto the street where a barrage of holo images and vids assaulted the eye. From billboards to holo ads projected by miniature drones, to embedded holo emitters in the glass of towering buildings, not to mention all the IrisLink users, many of which utilized additional holo projections on top of what IrisLink could overlay via the contacts.

Craaaack!

Lightning shot across the sky, striking one of the skyscraper lightning rods. No one on the bustling rush hour street noticed—bot or human.

Tim pulled out his phone and asked it for directions to the address. Bots swiveled their sensors at him, some appearing somewhat humanoid, like the med bot in the morgue, and others more boxy and similar to most of the bots he serviced in Emberfield. The bots’ unnerving stares returned to their path or owner. Even in the city's cacophony, Tim's voice seemed loud… trying to get his phone to hear the address since it misheard it the first time. A few people rolled their eyes. One man shushing him while on the street and returning to a meeting on his IrisLink.

Most IrisLink systems could pick up the user's faintest whisper in a concert. Another amazing feature.

Tim held his phone where he could see it and not interfere with the passersby on the street. He read ahead in the directions to his father's apartment when umbrellas began opening all around him. A split second later, the sky opened up.

"Damn it!"

***

Three subway changes, two times going the wrong direction, one dead phone, and zero helpful people or bots later, Tim stood at the head of Nova Crescent, watching his father's apartment building name, Ionium, flash to occasionally say 'I', then' o', then 'u' in order.

"Just get it over with," Tim reiterated to himself, thankful that rush hour had died away. People squeezed into the subway and elevated trains, resembling a tightly packed sardine can. He'd had to wait several times for the next train and could barely squeeze on board, squished with other people with varying degrees of dampness. Now, fewer people, droids, bots, etc, walked the street, jostling him around.

Tim learned some nifty information the longer he stood packed in the subway.

An ad projected after the fifth stop. A tell tale glitch Tim watched for so he’d know it was about to play again, as all the ads seemed to loop depending on the district of Vanguard they were in. But he just wanted to make sure he'd caught the text right.

Sable's Market - Dreg's finest AI refurb.

His father had lived in The Dregs. Fitting name. Harold Griffin had been in the dregs of society. Why not live in a place with the same damn name?

In The Dregs, the buildings were all shorter and older than downtown's sparkling eye, filled with red or white-washed brick in very boxy shapes where no architect had a single creative thought. Now that it was night, neon assaulted the eyes on literally every building, the only way most businesses broadcast their name.

Steeling himself, Tim walked up to the Ionium building. A lone bot trundled up the street past the front door, chirped, then turned back—wobbling the whole way. It repeated this until Tim passed it. Out of nowhere, the bot let out an ear-piercing squeal.

What few people—few service or companion bots here in The Dregs—who were on the street looked his way, but Tim rolled his eyes and pushed his way through the door. The boxy bot tried to follow him, red lights blinking all around its boxy little body, pissed-off chirps, and its wheel squeaking violently now. Tim closed the door on the bot, letting it bounce off the door. It kept ramming the door, the chirps and whirls getting angrier with each bounce.

"What the hell was that?" Tim asked, readjusting his glasses and studying the little malfunctioning bot through the window. Its arm whacked the glass. Tim jumped back, worried it would break through.

Quickly, Tim checked the mailboxes and found his father's name—Griffin - 3B.

The entryway matched the building's gritty exterior—gorgeous decaying walls, paint peeling under layers of grime, and wallpaper older than Tim. The elevator, of course, was out of order.

Tim trudged up the stairs to the third floor, dodging bugs—more than he found at the height of summer back home—along the way. But on the third floor, the door loomed ominously. Like a ghost might pass through and shout 'boo'.

Steeling himself, Tim whispered a prayer, "Don't judge a creepy-ass apartment building in the Dregs by its exterior… and interior." Maybe his father's apartment had charm or was renovated. He pulled out the mag key Commander Aalato had handed and—though he felt like eyes were watching him from all over—he swiped it on the door's lock panel.

Any hope that his father's apartment might be better than the rest of the building was crushed when he opened the door. A putrid stench hit him, forcing him back. Gagging, Tim rushed in to open the windows. As the smell lessened but didn't disappear completely, neon light from the street flooded the room. He went back and slammed the door and flipped a few switches—one flickered on a dim hall light, and the others did nothing. Sighing, Tim ventured back into the main room to see what disaster he'd inherited and immediately tripped over boxes, piles of paper, and an overflowing trash can stuffed with molding takeout containers he'd missed the first time through. When he found the next light switch, Tim regretted turning it on immediately. Private investigation was supposed to be lucrative, or so Gram had said about Harold Griffin's former career.

Clearing out the towers of boxes alone might take longer than the two days he'd taken off work. Perfect.

In the living room—or maybe an office, depending on how you looked at it—the stacks of boxes leaned precariously, ready to collapse if the cardboard gave way.

An entire city bathed in tech, and his father stuck with paper reports? Who even sold reams of paper in Vanguard?

Where to start?

The trash seemed as good a place as any, even if Tim gagged all the way down three flights of stairs while searching for a back door and dumpster. Getting the molding containers out helped the stench, but he could still kind of taste the gross smell while in the main room. At least he could work without constant nausea, even if his eyes were still watering.

The couch looked safe enough, just lumpy and worn. Tim settled in, found a power strip buried between boxes and the couch, and plugged in his dead phone.

Under the coffee table, Harold Griffin hid even more boxes. How? Tim dragged a box out when his phone buzzed with message upon message. It had booted up without him realizing. Clearly, his phone knew Tim needed a break to check on anyone (cough cough GRAM cough cough) that was worrying their reading glasses off.

GearBox (work). GearBox. Jack.

Approximately 50 million messages and calls from Gram.

Not to mention, the server was blowing up.

AlgoRhythm: Did you see the release notes?

CiferCore: No! Wait. What release notes?

AlgoRhythm: Scriptmancer's code made it into the latest security update for Bioforge's T-1100 chip! The ones in all the latest IrisLink lenses. They're famous!

SyntaxShade: Nothing new. Script's code always gets picked up for patches. They're already famous.

Tim grinned.

Not always.

In the chat, he wrote:

Scriptmancer: Well, they wanted code to fix the security problems, Syn, not make more holes.

Sure, SyntaxShade wrote beautiful code, sometimes even poetic code, but those segments weren't security patch-worthy and rarely got picked up. Also, he'd never say that to Syntax's virtual face.

AlgoRhythm: Sorry about your dad, dude. You aight?

Tim stared past his phone at the open box by his feet. Manila folders with aged and curling labels. More of his friends pinged the chat with condolences, even Syntax. Jack's handle, HexaGhost, logged in for another round of condolences as if he hadn't texted and called enough.

HexaGhost: Seriously, man, how you feeling?

Scriptmancer: I'll be fine.

What was there to feel? He didn't really know his father. The man walked out when Tim was six.

Well, that killed the conversation. Tim rubbed his itchy beard, needing a trim as much as he needed to move on. Figuratively and actually. Time wouldn't stop for him and he'd spent most of the day either traveling or at the police station.

Scriptmancer: Later

Tim pulled out the first folder from the box—someone's personal info, photos, addresses. Of course, his dad had been a private investigator, but what was he supposed to do with all this? He couldn't just dump it.

Tim scanned the apartment. This was the wrong place to start. If only his dad had bots. But no, Tim was stuck with these boxes, alone. And all this furniture. Oh, God! The furniture! What was he supposed to do, carry a couch by himself?

Maybe Gram could sweet-talk the super into leaving the furniture for the next tenant, lightening his load.

Sidestepping more box mountains, Tim headed for the desk. Please let this be easier, he prayed.

Waving a hand, he found a shockingly new holo emitter display, but seconds later, a loud fan kicked on. Leaning down to peer under the desk, Tim found a large computer—well over a decade old.

"Seriously?" His father seemed to have only made the most basic upgrades to keep this ancient machine chugging.

Tim stood and eyed the boxes, realizing he’d have to search through the old computer for client information and ensure that nothing was stored on cloud servers as backup.

Having a conscience sucked sometimes, but he couldn't be the reason some sweet old lady and her cat-bot lost everything, thanks to his father's work.

Exhaustion weighed on Tim—mind, body, his dark, un-caffeinated soul. The day had been brutal between traveling, dreading the morgue visit, and getting lost on the way to this craphole apartment. He needed sleep, just a few hours to recharge. In the morning, he could grab something from a nearby restaurant for breakfast, find where to properly dispose of the client information—maybe Commander Aalato would know— toss everything else and be home before he got himself fired. Maybe.

When Tim moved, the holo screen changed images. It was still on the lock screen, but the generic old 'artist' wavy and rolling three-dimensional lines gave way to a picture of a woman with light brown skin, warm brown eyes, and loose black curls tied to the side holding a small boy in her lap.

"Mom?"

The same picture hung in Gram's hallway, encased in a silver frame. At his grandmother's house, the picture was unmoving and unchanging, unlike here, where the holo image embedded with onboard basic AI moved, attempting to be organic. The holo image of his mother shifting a four-year-old Tim on her lap, blinking occasionally.

A prickle stung his eye. Why would a man who left them keep a picture like that, anyway? God! This couldn't be done fast enough.

He kicked the desk, another mistake since he'd expected a cheap pressed particle board, not real wood. Swearing, Tim headed toward the front door, searching for a bedroom. Surely, his father hadn't been sleeping on the couch. Or maybe he had. Who knew?

A smaller hallway branched off the main one, leading to a bathroom with ancient, older-than-dirt fixtures and tile and two doors, one on either side of the bathroom as if there were two bedrooms. Tim frowned. His father lived alone—what was the point of a second bedroom, especially when the living area had become the messiest, most disgusting office imaginable? His imagination ran rampant, with new, taller mountains of boxes that might crush Tim once he went into either room.

However, opening the door on the right, all Tim found was his father's room. Spartan furnishings at best. A full-sized bed with rumpled plaid sheets, a small walk-in closet with a fairly simple wardrobe of slacks, sweaters, jeans, button-down shirts, a few pairs of sneakers, and boots. A little side table next to his dad's bed. The lamp was on, shining on a book… and a frame—silver, like the one at Gram's. Inside sat a school picture of an older boy… just graduating from Emberfield High School…

Tim's heart thumped in his chest, and he broke into a cold sweat.

"What the hell, old man?" Slamming the door shut, Tim backed away from the bedroom door until he landed against the opposite door. Reluctantly, he twisted the handle even as his brain reminded him there was a perfectly good bed he'd already sat on—the couch. Even so, Tim opened the other door and found… a bedroom. Mostly empty except for furniture waiting to be used. A dusty, empty bookcase, a twin bed unadorned with sheets, a desk, a lamp, an empty closet…

He also found an identical silver frame to the others (bought in a pack, he supposed) containing a picture of his mother, this time without Tim on her lap, sitting at the desk.

Tim stumbled in, trying to wrap his head around what the hell he was looking at.

How long did his father have this here? Did his father have this apartment, this empty room, for 20 years? Was he just waiting for Tim to... what? Come out live here in Vanguard? Were they all supposed to live out here as a family?

Had his father even ever reached out to talk to him to ask?

Oh. Well...

"Tim?" Gram called, her hand covering the phone as if it would do any good, blocking the sound of her yelling. And she refused to get any of the newer glasses interfaces, where she could mute the call with an eye blink and actually be discrete. "Someone wants…"

"Gram! I'm busy!" He'd call back from the garage or his room or the basement. Wherever work called to Tim. Fixing local bots or in the throes of coding. Or trying to escape reality, but not too far. Enough kids he knew dove too far into mixed or virtual reality games. Losing their jobs, or one guy Tim had gone to school with was already divorced because he couldn’t stop immersing himself in VR. Tim preferred to keep it light. Remote into bots and…

"It's just…" A sad look crossed her face when she found him still holding her phone. "On the phone… it's your…"

"Hell, no! Not doing this today. You know how I feel about that conversation. Don't need the bastard in my life."

Tim… just… ignored Harold Griffin.

How had his father kept this room empty all these years? Was this actually a room for him? The desk and chair were small. Or, rather, too small for Tim now. They looked… child-sized. God. Why…?

A mutinous tear rolled down his cheek.

“Damned bastard.” Blaming his father was easy, though. There were so many times Tim could have done something… anything!

Tim drew his fingers along the cheap, veneered wood-like substitute, questions reeling around his head when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

The door to the apartment clicked and opened, a usually soft sound, but with the apartment silent, the slight sound felt deafening—not helped by the fact that the hinge could use a good oiling. The door slammed into the wall, and its bang reverberated through the apartment.

That sweat that had broken out earlier sent goosebumps flying up his back and arms. Tim's eyes darted around. The only thing in reach was the dinky little lamp on the edge of the desk. But it was a better choice than his fists (based on repeated bullies in high school and the usual outcome for Tim).

Tim snatched the lamp and crept towards the door to the spare room to hear someone mumbling.

Had he locked the door when he'd come in? Probably not. No need to lock doors in Emberfield. What the hell was he thinking?

Tim peered around the door. A shadowy man shuffled down the hallway, wearing baggy clothes that looked white or light-colored and formless.

The guy—which felt like a safe assumption since he was taller than Tim and broader in the shoulders but also had a deep timber to the mumbling—seemed disoriented. The mumbling increased, the man's hand running through his shaggy hair. Tim could see splotches of dirt and streaks of an oil-like substance on the guy's arms. It all matched perfectly with the man's graying, floppy, nearly disintegrated slippers.

"Mess. Mess everywhere. No, I need the file. I turned that off. The garbage. Oh, right, the file. That's what I need…"

Tim patted his pockets, searching for his phone to call the police… but it was still charging on the coffee table. So he watched. The man moved around slowly, sometimes clutching the side of his head, as if the more he thought, the more it hurt, which made the mumbling become that much more erratic.

"I didn't leave a phone…" the guy muttered, spinning in a slow, confused circle. Thin, graying stubble covered his chin, and heavy bags hung under his eyes that darted around the room, wide and frantic. It felt like something was missing from the man's face. He squinted at the room, the box, and then grabbed a file and held it close to his face.

Tim clutched the lamp, his knuckles white. He waited for the man to turn again and start rifling through the damp, sagging box in front of him. Silent as a shadow, Tim crept closer.

"Contact information. No, the other guy… not this asshole." The man's voice rose as files flew over his head, raining paper like a storm.

Tim froze, his breath caught in his throat. What was he searching for? Wringing his hands on the lamp neck, Tim edged closer, now well into the hallway and almost into the office space, his eyes caught on a dirty bandage taped to the man's head.

Well, that head's about to hurt a lot more. I'm not ending up as some missing person on a holo vid no one gives a damn about.

Tim muttered a silent prayer to any deity that might care, and when he was close enough, he swung the lamp with all his strength.

The impact jolted up Tim's arms, somehow knocking his glasses askew. The man screamed, joined by Tim's scream, mixing and echoing in the small space. Tim stumbled back, tripping over a box that collapsed under his weight. Papers poured out, turning the floor into a slick mess. He hit the ground hard, sliding onto his back as the man crashed onto the desk, eyes wide and locked onto Tim, both frantic and terrified.

"Tim?" the man's voice rasped out, rough and strained, but something in its tone tugged at a distant, nearly forgotten memory, stirring it back to life. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Memories flooded Tim in an instant, and he gasped for breath. The man should have had glasses. Somewhat like Tim's. "Dad?"

This wasn't possible. He'd identified his father's body this morning. Harold Griffin died. He was on the table... even if Tim couldn't bring himself to look at this father's body for more than a second, it had left Tim with absolutely zero doubt. Harold Griffin had died.

The man with Harold Griffin's face stared at Tim, clutching his chest while gasping for breath.

Tim's chest tightened, and he considered screaming again. "You're dead!"

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