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teenage love poem

you are clear
though love repine, and reason chafe
sleep, gray brother of death
when night drifts along the streets of the city
within my hand i hold
i am the wind that wavers
once this soft turf
in your arms was still delight
god
shades of night were falling fast
to some the fat gods
there are gains for all our losses

 



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