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loon
Happen up the moon
Appear in the grasses
Soon
White brick chipped
You stand against
Flower in your teeth
In the courtyard
Raking up the leaves
You met me from the balcony
Those odd books you kept
Paintings only of the sea
And the one you did of me
Hidden from the moon
We could meet in the fields
Soon
response
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beautiful love poem
'Those odd books you kept
Paintings only of the sea
And the one you did of me'
.. its detail .. like an open door
into the home