i know you i said to new hampshire
i have lain in your bed
i have touched your lips
a burn
is more beautiful
than the pale moon
of your cheek
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new hampshire i said do not steal
my sleep from the space
between land and sky
i want to be a rock collector
to push you from my dreams
of naked trees
of naked trees
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