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Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?
e. e. cummings
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e. e. cummings
Age: 67 †
Born: 1894
Born: October 14
Died: 1962
Died: September 3
Novelist
Painter
Playwright
Poet
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Cambridge
Massachusetts
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