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Nightbirds and broken wings.

What my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Under my head till morning; but the rain

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply. (:)

 

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Uploaded on November 14, 2019
Taken on October 5, 2013