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teenage love poem

i despise my friends more than you
tell me less or tell me more
in halls of sleep you wandered by
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i am singing to you
and my name is truthful
for then without
why do
the old west, the old time
in the dark and peace of my final bed
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
you say you love me

 



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