New Love Poems
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i am so glad and very

merely my fourth will cure

the laziest self of weary

the hugest sea of shore

so far your nearness reaches

a lucky fifth of you

turns people into eachs

and cowards into grow

our can'ts were born to happen

our mosts have died in more

our twentieth will open

wide a wide open door

we are so both and oneful

night cannot be so sky

sky cannot be so sunful

i am through you so i

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