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baby poem

little gate was reached at last
a pen of steel
all within and all without me
she was a beauty in the days
since i have felt the sense of death
i went up and down the streets
you are clear
along a river-side
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
to come so soon to this imagined dark

 



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