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break up poem

you are clear
we break the glass whose sacred wine
let us pity those who are better off than we are
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
this is the song of youth
earth travails
just as my fingers on these keys
i have seen the proudest stars
there is no flock, however watched and tended
the body may confine
when, full of warm and eager love

 



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