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Her voice was modulated
By the voids in the terminal space,
By the long carpet lanes
That bloom and die in fluorescent light.
"Missed the flight," she said;
"Shit."
Joy was the release of something lost
And unfound still.

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Ever is the course of events in full spate
Without; unaltered within,
Though alteration found.
Improvident soul,
That wants no addition to joy or woe;
That would unnature nature's motion;
Would hold a sea in harness.
Try stay a season from its name,
And call an hour stillness.

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