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pumpkin poem

she was a beauty in the days
brief on a flying night
god
in the dark and peace of my final bed
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
from floor to ceiling
there is no escape by the river
full of tears
here falls no light
for these white arms about my neck
and my name is truthful
were it not for that singular smell
sleep sweetly in your humble graves

 



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