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teen poem

she heard the children playing in the sun
i make my shroud, but no one knows
pushing out, struggling vainly
when you come tonight
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
at midnight
at dawn, he said
this is the ship of pearl
i heard the wind all day
my true love from her pillow rose
world that changes under my hand
calm as that second summer

 



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