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lost love poem

the saddest of the year
i despise my friends more than you
i know not where
good woman
my sorrow, when she's here with me
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
mysterious night
just now
pushing out, struggling vainly
death's nobility again
i sometimes wonder if it's really true

 



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