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erotic poetry

why then, must we see?
the little white prayers
perhaps it is no matter that you died
when i returned at sunset
so lost
see, they return
she was a beauty in the days
the meadow was creeping
a pen of steel
i said, i have shut my heart
uplifting, as the wind blew
moonlight deep and tender
the stars fell from heaven
are you alive?

 



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