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broken heart poem

some one complained to the master
sleep, gray brother of death
i am fevered
the little white prayers
day is done
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
babylon-where i go dreaming
which keeps
melancholy, blue it was
let me be sad
see the tentative

 



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