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teenage love poem

the pale day drowses on the western steep
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
to some the fat gods
the old west, the old time
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
melancholy days have come
my son is dead and i am going blind
once this soft turf
i love to steal awhile away
i went up and down the streets

 



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