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sad love poem

i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
i burn no incense
just as my fingers on these keys
once this soft turf
the long resounding marble corridors
she burst fierce wine
i love to steal awhile away
i hold your heart
i bid them all farewell
the old songs
what spiteful chance steals unawares

 



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