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sad love poem

they ask me where i've been
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
and my name is truthful
truely
and with the humming bird
the fragrance came
just as my fingers on these keys
glass-blower of time
the pale day drowses on the western steep
there was a strangeness on your lips

 



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