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Millay, Millay
Millay, Millay,
I saw you clad in your colourless plaid dress,
Ambling about those three islands in a fantastical bay,
The ones you spoke about when poetry found its renascence
Through your hands, which fed elegiac suns
Their share of glint and gold dust.
Millay, Millay,
I like to believe that the pigments of your dress escaped,
Only to seep into the roots of freedom a...
Tuesday 2nd February 2021 6:10 am
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