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teen poem

since i have felt the sense of death
there is a city, builded by no hand
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
and so it goes
for these white arms about my neck
brother, i am fire
weak-winged is song
i saw with open eyes
tripping up, falling down
a mist was driving down
there is a country full of wine
roses and gold

 



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