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retirement poem

the body may confine
little gate was reached at last
there is no escape by the river
noises that strive to tear
were it not for that singular smell
do the boys and girls still go
look out upon the stars, my love
we lay
there was a strangeness on your lips
at dawn, he said
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise

 



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