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short love poem

a mist was driving down
who loves the rain
awful truths these be
in and of itself
shadows lay along broadway
all those treasures that lie
my son is dead and i am going blind
the agony of having too much power
my mother taught me that every night
i saw the clouds among the hills
by the shore, by the sea

 



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