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free love poem

soft as the bed in the earth
night is dark, and the winter winds
made up of loveliness alone
in and of itself
music i heard with you was more than music
the fragrance came
tell me less or tell me more
beautiful
do not grieve that it is over
little gate was reached at last
why then, must we see?

 



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