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love poem

when the hours of day are numbered
above them all, looking down
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
the swan existing
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
in your arms was still delight
let a joy keep you
as evening falls
no prey am i of poor thoughts

 



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