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teen poems

pushing out, struggling vainly
i stood
blossoms of babies
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
she was a beauty in the days
lady, your heart has turned to dust
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
a storm is riding on the tide
there is a city, builded by no hand
i burn no incense
see, they return

 



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