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i loathed you
risen from the dead
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
to some the fat gods
sun stepped down from his golden throne
since, if you stood by my side today
like eagles on up high
night was black and drear
arched the flood
in his guarded tent
green afternoon serene and bright
i bid them all farewell
now that i have cooled to you

 



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