hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes — E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes — E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes — E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes — E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes — E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
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hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes yesterday most green and young

— E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
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