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and so it goes
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
we lay
he speaks not well
but alas, just dreams
the meadow was creeping
i stood
my mother taught me that every night
i am fevered
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
so lost
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
skies they were ashen and sober

 



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