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thanksgiving poem

there was a strangeness on your lips
they may talk of love in a cottage
i had a dream and i awoke with it
master of human destinies am i
i stood
see the tentative
the darkness rolls upward
when the hours of day are numbered
truely
in halls of sleep you wandered by
why then, must we see?
i said
my true love from her pillow rose
they in the darkness gather and ask

 



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