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Books of Blake
You saw me, even then
you knew me
back when no one saw me
I kept no one around
who knew me
I, too, was in my infancy
twenty-something
and far from knowing much
in any real way at all
Still, somehow, you found me
brought books of Blake
to the shop we worked
we’d sit and read together
on the varnished wooden counter
your summer dress
hanging from you like a sail
we’d admire the cr...
Thursday 6th February 2020 2:48 pm
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