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teenage love poem

and my name is truthful
those black eyes i once so praised
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i am a woman
i cannot always feel his greatness
tripping up, falling down
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
my mother twines me roses wet with dew

 



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