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happy birthday poem

why are the things that have no death
be not false
but alas, just dreams
birds against the april wind
what shall we do now
were it not for that singular smell
to be able to see every side of every question
when i returned at sunset
brother, i am fire
sadly speaking
i am dying
the mountains they are silent folk
quietly, with reverance, in awe

 



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