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Poem Details
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| Title: | untitled |
| Author: | Aiden Hamilton |
| Date Submitted: | 10/5/2008 |
| Poem: |
Now the garden is under snow A blank page our footprints write on He who was never mine But always belonged to himself Sleeping beauty A crystalline blanket He waits This is his spring This is his awakening. He is waiting Everything is waiting For a kiss The improbable shapes of roots I never thought My baby His face A garden, waiting.... |