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short friendship poem

your body's motion is like music
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
the long resounding marble corridors
god
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
mysterious night
the arches of the red bridge
i loathed you
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
though i am little as all little things
high-born race

 



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