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i saw the first pear
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
give me hunger
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
she might have known it in the earlier spring
the darkness rolls upward
their beautiful hair
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
the poets tell
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things

 



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