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love poem

take my bracelets
and still they walked on
the agony of having too much power
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
once this soft turf
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
when i looked into your eyes
on and on
the shadows of the ships
let a joy keep you
let me be sad
glooms of the live-oaks
this is the arsenal

 



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