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66 Disabused Sonnet Disconnected, disaffected, dissed by my own flesh and blood, i.e. me. Here’s the hissing rain again disappointing by appointing the walks with lakes and swift rivers in miniature. I’ve missed this sound; I’ve dismissed the quiet disproportionate and scarce. Your central muscle is undisclosed and mine undiscovered, undone, undetermined . It’s true we disafforested to the point of dirt, we disanointed with bleach—we wanted little disagreement and woke left with this. ...

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