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short love poem

royal feast was done
in all things not spoken of
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
wheel me down by the meadow
let me move slowly through the street
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
now while my lips are living
the saddest of the year
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it

 



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