Bonus: e.e. cummings

I have cracked open the selected poems of e.e. cummings. Was there ever a sexier poet? When I join the afterlife, I will search out every corner of heaven to touch him.

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since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

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