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splendid and terrible your love
tell me not
friend, whose smile has come to be
in new york harbor
she said
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
dear wife
i burn no incense
therefore i may not
you are clear
from our hidden places
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
little gate was reached at last
what shall we do now

 



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