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The place her kiss

My room

Longing never crowded

Her Sun above

Like a cloud of rainforest air

Nineteen and redefining her imagination

Like you removing in seed

Wisdom of art

Would club the latch

Question paleontology

Vestige of quill

Written from the lair

Inspiration the Homer

Or Sappho

All to page

And still I get it wrong

Lore of the forest

A realm to taste of them

Defining the vestige

Of song grave

On loan to them

A catch

On gracious Sun

Them bled a nocturnal day

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2019 Adam Blewett ©