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i saw the clouds among the hills
for truth, for love
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
lady, your heart has turned to dust
a few more windy days
in and of itself
the sun is up
the body may confine
to some the fat gods
what spiteful chance steals unawares
in new york harbor
the hypocritic days
grieve not for the invisible

 



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