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What is peculiar to me?
Where no particular place
where one has went
the rainy bosomed lent.
A shell of dolory.
A tincture of bronze.
A green meloncholy.
What is peculiar to me?
With some light biguity.
A love.
An inner outer
iris a spacious rarity
or to reach inward a dreamy feel.
Somewhere before it would be
gawdy lit
a golden stain 
a silkiness
of some important thing
blew in verbal throws.
And meandering
in gabordine clothes.

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What is Peculiar to Me?