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fall poem

let me move slowly through the street
there was a strangeness on your lips
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i walk down the garden paths
as a naked man i go
good woman
i am singing to you
in the cloud-gray mornings
the endless, foolish merriment of stars

 



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