To the Lamp post...

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Can i perchance unwrite this love?
Can i forgo this feeling and choose another?
Can i keep my dreams unbound,
moor them to ships at sail-
Can i write cumbersome poetry,
that have been written before
so that our love
our greatest loves, remain
in the fading lights of your eyes...

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