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sad love poem

beneath the warrior's helm
all down the years
if i were very sure
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
at midnight
as a white candle
brief on a flying night
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
all those treasures that lie
wheel me down by the meadow
within my hand i hold
are you alive?

 



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