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erotic poem

let us plant
happiness
afraid no more, i say
beautiful, tragical faces
mysterious night
now while my lips are living
skies they were ashen and sober
could we but know
within my hand i hold
i make my shroud, but no one knows
i am old and blind
all those treasures that lie

 



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