Genevieve Taggard

Little Hamlet

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Over you, over you, over,
I hang like a wave, like a lover,
Like a scimitar edged with hate;
Too heavy with grief to be straight
And far,
Too frail to ever discover
How to fall like a wave or a lover–
Or a blue-thin scimitar.

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