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mother poem

give me hunger
perhaps
our pleasant moments fly
for truth, for love
i said
roses and gold
so fallen
little gate was reached at last
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
in your arms was still delight
were it not for that singular smell
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
and how could you dream of meeting

 



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