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Russell Moore
untitled poem
she silently cried to the object of her affection
"wrong me, wrong me soon
so that i may not so crave your
secret stabs of passion"
laughed and fell to her bed with a
sigh
and dreamt of flowers
Poem © 2000 Russell Moore, all rights reserved
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