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If you had arrived
awhile hence
And presented me with
a flower
Just a while hence
I would have had you
Slumber on my braid
Become my garden
And my naughty plays
If you had arrived
before the songs of comb called to awaken
my parted braid
If you had brought to
me the possibility that I am a home for your intents
And a lie that I am the
prophet of women dispatched to you
If you had come to me
when
My tent was not yet
filled with my tribes
We could have pushed our
salt out to sea
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