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- Never let me lose the marvel
- of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
- the solitary rose of your breath
- places on my cheek at night.
- I am afraid of being, on this shore,
- a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
- is having no flower, pulp, or clay
- for the worm of my despair.
- If you are my hidden treasure,
- if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
- if I am a dog, and you alone my master,
- never let me lose what I have gained,
- and adorn the branches of your river
- with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
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