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halloween poem

i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i am the wind that wavers
there are three ways in which men take
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
at midnight
blossoms of babies
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
old wine to drink
simply speaking
not from the whole wide world
i fill this cup
the earth keeps some vibration going

 



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