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love friendship poem

i can not tell you now
three years ago today
i have heard that a certain princess
who will be naming the wind
for truth, for love
often i think of the beautiful town
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
the dawn was apple-green
he'd even have his joke
quietly, with reverance, in awe
i am the wind that wavers
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
sweet splendor

 



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