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short love poem

this ancient silver bowl of mine
a mist was driving down
my mother taught me that every night
you are beautiful and faded
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
all within and all without me
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
along the banks
the endless, foolish merriment of stars

 



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