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Nov 2018
Hands,
Brown, slender, strong
Are not the ones that caress me

Hair,
Dark, curly, boyish
Is not the kind I smooth

Eyes,
Deep, earnest, yearning
Are not the ones I wake to

One half the sentiment is there
But the dreams--
Vivid, honest, longing--
Are not what greet me with the day

What on earth do I do with that?
RIH
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   --- and Gabriele
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