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christmas poems

the agony of having too much power
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i am fevered
i make my shroud, but no one knows
they in the darkness gather and ask
were it not for that singular smell
often i think of the beautiful town
the arches of the red bridge
softly now the light of day
i hold your heart
who loves the rain

 



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