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funeral poem

do not grieve that it is over
to be able to see every side of every question
out of the sparkling sea
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
when i was broke in london
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
as a white candle
when you come tonight

 



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