by E. E. Cummings
moan
(is)
ing
the she of the
sea
un
der a who
a he a moon a
magic out
of the black this which of
one street leaps quick
squirmthicklying lu
minous night
mare som
e w
hereanynoevery
ing(danc)ing
wills&weres
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