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Crossing My Words
Shaping
The Words
Blue
Rhythms
Green
Chair
Love
Poem
Laying
Lines
Für
Elise
Awaiting
Your Reply
A
Suicide Letter Because
The
Sky's Gone Out
Fäith
Mourns A Dead
Language
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Love Poem
we make love then
retreat to the dividing coldness of the room disappointed and certain
that somehow the other is to blame at night when blind in the silent
secretive darkness we model our beautiful lovers from film magazines
memory and sweat alone we spend ourselves vainly in subjugation
to them praying for something better or wondering what might have
been had we not been so young and had it not happened so long ago.
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