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love poem

were it not for that singular smell
green afternoon serene and bright
when night drifts along the streets of the city
for these white arms about my neck
why do you always stand there shivering
i saw the first pear
i heard the wind all day
like eagles on up high
sadly speaking
gloom
when i go back to earth

 



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