V
e. e. cummings (1894-1962)

in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds

-before leaving my room
i turn,and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were.

 

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