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I have said no To everything, in order to get at myself. I have wiped away moonlight like mud.

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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Rejection
Away
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Everything
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Mud
Moonlight

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