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those black eyes i once so praised
with the meek, brown eyes
love me at last, or if you will not
i am singing to you
i can not tell you now
give me hunger
i make my shroud, but no one knows
my mother taught me that every night
simplicity
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
three years ago today

 



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