in that youth of endless duskswe owned the summer and all its faultswhich tasted of sweet ciderunder rocks, and stops, and rotting hutsfilled with quick fingered love affairsthe cherry branded experimentsof young tongues and the songs sungsoon to be forgot remembered now as unforgettable how little then we knewthat it was all but borrowedon the […]
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