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i miss you poem

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
last midnight
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
all quiet along the potomac
this ancient silver bowl of mine
are you awake?
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
this is the arsenal
little gate was reached at last

 



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