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I’M THE LITTLE CHILD

I’m the little child,
Whom he moulded
Like a floret of the African holly.

Each era of orbit, wrapped in
Beautiful pellet of stars
Giving flashes to the stygian anima.

Whose quill he dipped in oddity
For his sublimity
This spring and autumn to come.

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