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religious poem

uplifting, as the wind blew
i've won the race
just as my fingers on these keys
when night drifts along the streets of the city
my mother taught me that every night
i loathed you
night is dark, and the winter winds
in new york harbor
glass-blower of time
which i wish to remark
dark-eyed
they in the darkness gather and ask
splendid and terrible your love

 



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