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Passage III:

"Where is the day that melted into one rich noise? Where the music of your flesh, the rhyme of your teeth, the dainty languor of your legs, your small firm arms, your slender fingers, to be bitten like an apple, and the little cherry-teats of your white breasts? And where are all the tiny wires of finespun maidenhair? Quick are the mouths of earth, and quick the teeth that fed upon this loveliness. You who were made for music, will hear music no more: in your dark house the winds are silent. Ghost, ghost, come back from that marriage that we did not foresee, return not into life, but into magic, where we have never died, into the enchanted wood, where we still life, strewn on the grass. Come up into the hills, O my young love: return. O lost, and by the wind grieved ghost, come back again."

 

With prompts:

Where is the day that (Verb (Past Tense)) into one rich (Pet Peeve)? Where the music of your (Body Part), the (Musical Expression) of your teeth, the dainty languor of your (Item of Clothing), your (Adjective) firm (Internal Organ), your slender fingers, to be (Verb) like an (Fruit or Vegetable), and the little cherry-(Small Mammal) of your white (Body Part)? And where are all the tiny (Home appliance (Plural)) of finespun maidenhair? Quick are the (Land Formation (Plural)) of earth, and quick the teeth that fed upon this (Descriptive Noun). You who were made for (Occupation), will (Verb (Present)) (Occupation-b) no more: in your dark (Scary Place from Childhood) the (Act of God) are silent. Ghost, ghost, come back from that (Injury) that we did not foresee, return not into (Fictional Landscape), but into (Favorite NC Location), where we have never (Verb (Past Tense)), into the enchanted wood, where we (Hobby), strewn on the (Place in Your House). Come up into the hills, O my young (Historical Figure): return. O lost, and by the wind-grieved (Fictional Character), come back again.

 
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