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i reside at table mountain
skies they were ashen and sober
she said
passing through huddled and ugly walls
the body may confine
out of the window a sea of green trees
a pen of steel
little park that i pass through
not from the whole wide world
up from the meadows rich with corn
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces

 



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