Her Lost Draft
The isn't of art.
Lose something every.
Lost door, hour badly spent.
Practice losing, losing.
You
travel. None will bring.
Watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved
went.
I lost
some realms I owned.
But it wasn't an Elizabeth.
(The joking voice.) Too hard
may look like (Write it!) like
One Art.
Hard to master, though it disaster,
the intent. Their loss. Accept
keys. Accept
the intent where it was meant.
Lost I: my mother's.
A disaster.
--Even losing You, I love.
I shan't.
Of losing:--the fluster.
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