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Sep 2015
this own self,
which you are live with,
that moves through your hands
into the body of the ocean:

(i am in love with) ;

and quietly.

instead
as like the curing
of soft shadows into
the verdant copse

of a forest suddenly
still with
leaf and sun,

i will love you.
PK Wakefield
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