Poem by Edward Estlin Cummings

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love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

1. i like my body when it is with your
2. when serpents bargain
3. sometimes i am alive because with
4. as freedom is a breakfastfood
5. Spring is like a perhaps hand

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