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teenage love poem

i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
full of tears
now that i have cooled to you
musing, between the sunset and the dark
the darkness
and my name is truthful
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i never knew the earth had so much gold

 



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