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sad love poem

she limps with halting painful pace
to some the fat gods
look out upon the stars, my love
on and on
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i love my hour of wind and light
though i am little as all little things
beneath my window in a city street
mysterious night
still thirteen years

 



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