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broken heart poem

is there anybody there
i walk down the garden paths
the body may confine
made up of loveliness alone
i fill this cup
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
for truth, for love
high walls and huge
in mournful numbers
all those treasures that lie
gone before us
what spiteful chance steals unawares

 



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