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friend poem

glass-blower of time
the body may confine
thoughts through my head
music i heard with you was more than music
i despise my friends more than you
my son is dead and i am going blind
wheel me down by the meadow
with lips blood red and heart of stone
i cannot always feel his greatness
night is dark, and the winter winds
a mile behind
blossoms of babies
risen from the dead
braided and woven

 



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