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short love poem

if the red slayer think he slays
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
were it not for that singular smell
a flying word from here and there
it was many and many a year ago
why then, must we see?
i've won the race
my son is dead and i am going blind
days endeared to every muse

 



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