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for us to forget

P ould say that after your smile, your eyes looking
and blinding
in your mouth talking, and street
of your lips kissing, and refusing
of your hands touching me, and hurting
and your arms holding me, and drowning
and know your skin soft, fresh touch
bones,
of your silence and your tears, after all that

and goodbye on the threshold of perpetual

I could tell you, there arose in every moment. And
could also tell

that my love for you was traveling autumn breeze. P
ould say all that, but I could never tell

give you "forgetting."

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