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grandmother poem

i make my shroud, but no one knows
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
up and down he goes
i heard the wind all day
the darkness rolls upward
splendid and terrible your love
there was a strangeness on your lips
she limps with halting painful pace
earth travails

 



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