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short love poem

he came and took me by the hand
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
the long resounding marble corridors
a storm is riding on the tide
above them all, looking down
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
in new york harbor
the meadow was creeping
i think it just splendid

 



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