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in new york harbor
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
dear wife
look out upon the stars, my love
though i am little as all little things
they in the darkness gather and ask
braided and woven
high walls and huge
days endeared to every muse
i hold your heart
i know what you're going to say

 



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