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You come on time, your coat hangs in the hall,

A mind consumed with doubt on history,

"Does it hold my future in its pages?"

I reassure, cause of all my rages.

For now, the patient task I will pursue

Of gently drawing out, not putting in.

Until I ride you in a careless way,

In a single bed, on an autumn day.

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