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death poem

he's gone
when the hours of day are numbered
beautiful, tragical faces
i saw with open eyes
as it
two rows of cabbages
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
a few more windy days
very well, you liberals
desolate and lone
but alas, just dreams
that year
i said, i have shut my heart

 



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