one's not half two.
It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,
shall occur no death
and any quantity;
but than all numerable mosts
the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-
beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,
they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,
they undream a dream)
one is the song
which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies
by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,
repaying life they're loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)
must grow
deep in dark
least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
...........another of ma favorites
by e.e.cummings
so deep n meaningful
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