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PK Wakefield
Poems
Aug 2015
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this green dream,
of which i think too much,
marked of dint and lurid scar
whose cloven cheek
is comely seamed:
bares the hurt of boyish touch
where felt too full the words they speak,
now lies in frostβwinter ajar.
but if could i
return to shoots
the forest where in snow is kept
your ice'n heart, my heat accept,
i'twould not despair to die:
Butβ
alas,
"pity is praised as the virtue of prostitutes."
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