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erotic poem

take my bracelets
i see all human wits
doubtless i remember still
see, from this counterfeit of him
gone are the three, those sisters rare
one by one, like leaves from a tree
she might have known it in the earlier spring
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
with the meek, brown eyes
sad are they who know not love
are you alive?

 



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