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Form: Redaction Poem
Prompt: Redaction Poetry
If you've been here before, you had to know this was coming
Using either of the prompts below, create a redacted poem.
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travell’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.
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