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teenage love poem

at dawn, he said
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
i love my hour of wind and light
when, full of warm and eager love
there is a city, builded by no hand
all my love for my sweet
i walk down the garden paths
the hypocritic days
in new york harbor

 



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