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She gave in later hours

She gave in later hours

August 11, 2016August 11, 2016 ahorsealone

She gave in later hours,
On a parting lovers lip,
Her kiss like cinnamon,
And tears of mother’s milk.

What have men to do,
Drunk and in her manner?
Where was I to go,
Beside her childish candor?

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