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sex poem

doubtless i remember still
i stand in the cold gray weather
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
the fragrance came
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
i make my shroud, but no one knows
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
though i am little as all little things
star-dust and vaporous light
tell me
when i returned at sunset
there was a strangeness on your lips
sing again the song you sung

 



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