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footprint poem

were it not for that singular smell
there is a city, builded by no hand
there was a strangeness on your lips
darkest, strangest mystery
the darkness
i said, i have shut my heart
green afternoon serene and bright
a few more windy days
thou unrelenting past
splendid and terrible your love
melancholy, blue it was

 



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