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teen love poem

tell me
with the sunset
the light withdrawn
in new york harbor
roses and gold
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i expect you
i can not tell you now
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
music i heard with you was more than music
to some the fat gods
from our hidden places
daughter, thou art come to die

 



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