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love poem

i am old and blind
i have heard them in the night
in halls of sleep you wandered by
when you come tonight
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
often i think of the beautiful town
darkest, strangest mystery
they ask me where i've been
were it not for that singular smell
that strange companion came on shuffling feet

 



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