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teenage love poem

to what shall a woman liken her beloved
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
were it not for that singular smell
burly, dozing humble-bee
in all things not spoken of
perhaps
she burst fierce wine
her face is fair and smooth and fine
stay no more
glooms of the live-oaks

 



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