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one with you
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
in the dark and peace of my final bed
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
at dawn, he said
leave the lovely words unsaid
though i am little as all little things
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
i loathed you
world that changes under my hand
sweet splendor

 



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