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I will write no more of love.

I will write no more of love.

Is anyone ever satisfied?

A Japanese poet, maybe.

When her lover (a jade bead

slipping along a silk cord

which is a path

white with almond blossoms

or snow?)

hurries.

My garments do not tie closed.

The stairs to my room are

dirty and who ever mounts them?

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