i can give you nothing but this face
fixed in white plaster
fixed in white plaster
a funeral mask
in it i hope you will see i know nothing
i am beyond all hope
and fear
if you give a few lines how i could be
careful and even
kind to love
i will be grateful wherever i've gone
you will not know where
but joy i'll be
---
for ee cummings
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