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he came again...

it was

at night of course

where daylights

sting cannot

reach the

hearts

of men

and tell them

of their

petulant fear

he

found me

on the couch

and kissed me

like we

were to never

speak or hear

of our love

again.

I knew

he'd go

when the golden rays

entered so

clear upon

our eyes

so I

savored

it all

in the making

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