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Three Ghazals
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Wasn't that your cheek against mine last night
Gin Streetlight When somebody loves you Impossible
When you reach the broken paddock fence
the sign will say Impossible
The color God painted my eyes A cross
between storm and ewerstream Impossible
All your wrong lovers without certificates
Stamped across their foreheads Impossible
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