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teen poem

beside a stricken field
all those treasures that lie
daughters of time
had he and i but met
in halls of sleep you wandered by
no prey am i of poor thoughts
often i think of the beautiful town
lady, your heart has turned to dust
i make my shroud, but no one knows
the old west, the old time
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans

 



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