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short love poem

i had a dream and i awoke with it
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
in his guarded tent
it was a tall young oysterman
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
tell me less or tell me more
just as my fingers on these keys

 



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