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Walt,
I think you knew
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O, my sweetness,
you
are my poem.
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absence makes the
blah blah blah. i'll try
to be more discerning.
...

i am a wanderer
on a limitless journey
to find the words that could
explain to you
...

if you consider
that the sun is
93 million miles away
then how far is
...

you who are so
unattainable
and beautiful, reach
out to me. don't keep your
...

I think that I may have
loved you once.
Grey blue eyes that go on
until infinity and hold the
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this morning,

at dawn,
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monochrome.
usually.

today, i saw a spark of
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my minstrel,
why do you keep your
sweet and golden hymns
far from me?
...

you
are not the scars that
define your chiseled features,
...

worthy opponent, you beat me. good show.
and this loser is left with only her wishes.

i wish i knew who you are, who i am,
...

Hello Stranger,

Would you like to be my friend?
...

14.

Wait, little Ludwig.
You do not yet know.
...

Let me sleep
to dream of you.
I am awake with
anxiety, knowing
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Letter To Walt Whitman

Walt,
I think you knew
something sacred
and arcane.
You knew the
dark mystery
of love, its
gentle, murderous,
illusory truth.

I think
you understood the
tempestuous
temporal
nature of passion,
the value of
each
fleeting
act of tenderness.

And you,
reader,
who are not so far
from me,
lend me the
kindness of your eyes
so that I may
take a leap
without feet
and fly
with no wings.

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