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what do i owe to you
i saw god. do you doubt it?
let us plant
before the solemn bronze saint
old wine to drink
let me move slowly through the street
for these white arms about my neck
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
stir
that strange companion came on shuffling feet

 



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