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Now She Dwells Here

It was the work of fortune
which brings joy and not pain only.
But can a winged thing become less?
She lived on E. 75th Street
to speak plainly.
I mean: in the divisiveness of love
two people pass through
the same instant separately
for all their awareness sighs
for life and not for each other
but in doing that it does.

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