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i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
where shall i find you
but i cannot read you now
the hypocritic days
tripping up, falling down
what spiteful chance steals unawares
i despise my friends more than you
though i am little as all little things
she said
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
she limps with halting painful pace

 



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