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Saturday, March 02, 2019

Forbidden yet irreplaceable.

And what you meant..!
After you speak
Meet yours that mean,
With your cheeks and hair,
Something more wise,
More dark,
And far different.
Even so the lark
Loves dust
And nestles in it
The minute
Before he must
Soar in lone flight
So far,
Like a black star
He seems -
A mote
Of singing dust
Afloat
Above,
The dreams
And sheds no light.
I know my lust...
Is love

And your lust..
Is dignity.

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