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romantic poem

woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
a mist was driving down
for these white arms about my neck
since i have felt the sense of death
i have heard them in the night
who loves the rain
never in all my life
my mother taught me that every night
have we no shame?
within my hand i hold
to come so soon to this imagined dark

 



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