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I Will Remember
Oublie?  Jamais!
by Quiet Seagull


In the quiet fragrance
of your
poem, we lie in  
dying passion, spent, ecstatic
but silent.
Your poem, your love-child
that is your song,
embracing me,
stills my heartbeat.
And I, with you,
steal slowly, across time
fleeing space's harsh bonds.
leaving the universe,
turning languidly,
and swept into our own
blue, silent Liebensraum    

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