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sad death poem

thoughts through my head
this is the ship of pearl
i see all human wits
perhaps
the sky
beneath my window in a city street
soft as the bed in the earth
long ago, in the young moonlight
this is the arsenal
see, from this counterfeit of him
all my love for my sweet
do i like it

 



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