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city that is not a city
passing through huddled and ugly walls
through the broad earth's aching breast
though i am little as all little things
i saw with open eyes
beautiful, tragical faces
from our hidden places
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
in the sphere
the mountains they are silent folk

 



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