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I SIT AT MY DESK: Love Poem, by Kennet Rexroth

I SIT AT MY DESK
“I sit at my desk.
What can I write to you?
Sick with love,
I long to see you in the flesh.
I can only write,
“I love you. I love you. I love you. “
Love cuts through my heart
And tears my vitals.
Spasms of longing suffocate me
And will not stop.”

(Kennet Rexroth)

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