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one white cloud
truly bothered you
you had to look away
you said it was shaped like a terrier
that chased you on the street
once
when you were five years old
with an ice cream cone.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd something(s) not-mine that I love
Three untitled poems by Sappho:
1) If you will come
I shall put out
new pillows for
you to rest on
2) If you are squeamishDon't prod the
beach rubble
3) You remind me
Of a very gentle
little girl I once
watched picking flowers
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