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i loved a woman
there were three in the meadow by the brook
listen
backward, turn backward
and breaketh bread no more
these be
do not grieve that it is over
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
i said
with the sunset
the saddest of the year
musing, between the sunset and the dark

 



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