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• on l(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness) by e e cummings, on December 13, 2007

  ok I'll try last time thrill

  the profundity of making a connection is then without the fun or relief from pointing it out as a human entirely it seems, reinforced by 'one' coming off this moment.
  
  
  a common element not in commoness almost
  Specifics are not quite encouraging to resolve but getting how away from the crowd maybe.
  
  the crux of the creativity resiliency is counted rather for 'l' to follow as a word for no whines... as phonetically can have basis in conclusion.
  
  I so relate to clarity not having all its levels yet,
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  p.s. the uniqueness in a time of challenge is echoed around cells possibly, for more than just layers over discharge
• on l(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness) by e e cummings, on December 13, 2007

  extra took place

  I reviewed this earlier yet it flowered a new direction too, even technically (not floored)
  
  the line break usage is very minimized to get the accentuation from such use immediately. I mentioned how one syllable in splitting spellings brings up momentary drifts of thought to be tied to before it just has its ultimate general place of dropping. but uniquely the the 'af' predominatly names after as recording the sequence of seeing and feeling such things. but it's a blink as is the explanation entirely.
  
  there's a fondness with finding something here,
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• on To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks, on December 12, 2007

  it percolated around perks and parks

  There's an interesting flux around the influence of ee cummings with the clarity of celebrating to take in "A cardinal is red.
  A sky is blue." It brings to mind the brilliance of blooming realizations are from the mood's freedom's fountains washing, while the other author might've been read for contrast in same truth that the cadence in decaying of a falling leaf was what came into focus through lonliness.
  
  It's certainly not identically styled but I thought I'd mention it for more important notice.
  
  As to the rest of her mosaic of emphasis, I saw she was mixingly coming to impact more than one thing love's exemplified by... because that would contradictorally cut the limitless.
  
  The healing closeness makes remarkable differences in our strength as indicated in opening. The unity of approaching the world via each other's view or reverberations of how that was visited is captured I believe :
  "Suddenly you know he knows too.
  He is not there but
  You know you are tasting together" as there's a consistency trusted.
  
  The literal contact wan't as reflective I felt, yet conflict with fulfillment might be entailed though not for ending :
  "Too much to bear.
  You cannot look in his eyes
  Because your pulse must not say
  What must not be said." Responsibility allocated a loss as times can block off famiarity for i.e. means of living when both are a nature really.
  
  there was no exaggeration siding one emotion fragmented now :
  "Is not there_
  Your arms are water.
  And you are free
  With a ghastly freedom.
  You are the beautiful half
  Of a golden hurt." and her whole contemplation could be more productive with the person for commitment then with quality of not left.
  
  There seems a secrecy in schedules :
  " Oh when to declare
  Is certain Death!" with the gasp that would burn down the dear longings for dusting in ordinary living in more regular remaining, it seems
  
  It is worn not how you want to know it always
• on l(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness) by e e cummings, on December 10, 2007

  e e cummings gets me thinking fast each time with this

  the shape isn't of habit but event
  
  this is so exquisite sort of as a branding haiku of heightening impact.
  
  the word lonliness is begun with demonstrative reaction to the gravity felt in a leaf falling. [An odd dawning of what's on mind finally almost. It mirrors slowly, intensely by surroundings seen.]
  
  The fluttering wriggling of those observational words gives an emotional eye to this. The timing produces a recognition for us to understand... Yet the 'le' element in these lines reflects somewhat a french foreigness
  
  the 'fa' of the singing note in minor that comes up is very wistful with almost tally marks following in the 'll''s spelling out {doubly} what is happening/happened
  
  the whirr of the 's' stirs the mouth to one thing that is finishing
  
  I am impressed with this as to make a postcard of the importance of overlapping feelings with physical value to express it, as though poetry puts the ineffable onto the lips by looking. Meticulous breakdown put together --
  
  It's as short as ding resonates ~
  
  wonderful : I'll want to go longer whenever I periodically go over it again. It makes me tear to see the parentheses plopping of the letters and from there whole language is cleared relatively. The *lines* had gotten an inspiring! to be poured, pored
  
  poetically the alliteration is resoundingly so overall through extremes
  
  I'm so glad I discovered this with such care that could be expanded or contracted,
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