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Time

It is so many years

since I felt some part of me wane:

all those thousands of days

since we spoke of nothing -

could find no words;

and even many more

since there were whispers

as we lay naked in the night

or in the cottage garden

beneath the harvest sun

 

It is so many years

that I have known that dark void:

deep within my very soul

and in all those long ...

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