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Excited as a sophisticated boy at his first Passion of intellect, aware and fully free Having lost title to full liberty; struck Aware, for once, as I would always be; It day and I still shaken, still sure, see It is not ring-magic nor the faithing leap of sex That makes me your woman; marks our free And seperate wills with one intent; sets My each earlier option at dazzling apex And at naught; cancels, paid, all debts. Restless, incautious, I want to talk violence, Speak wild poems, hush, be still, pray grace Taken forever; and after all, lie long in the dense Dark of your embrace, asleep between earth and space. |
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