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you wondered where these
lines were
when we were together
well
I wonder that too
but we had so much to dig through
that I gave my albatross
top billing
and brushed romance to the side
in letters and wind
or writing about kissing
the middle part
of your upper lip
the little divot that I served
and worshipped

old lover
what do you think of me now
if you still think of me

picture me as paper
quick to burn
salt and cloves
on an Irish coast
we dreamed of
maybe that’s it

our fields are rich and poor
and I’ve forgotten the feeling of
roses and hunting
but I

roses
and hunting
roses and
hunting