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lost love poem

where shall i find you
were it not for that singular smell
why then, must we see?
i expect you
he'd even have his joke
tell me not
i see all human wits
her face is fair and smooth and fine
made up of loveliness alone
i saw god. do you doubt it?
i love to steal awhile away
from our hidden places
which i wish to remark
therefore i may not

 



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