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i miss you poem

in all things not spoken of
like eagles on up high
babylon-where i go dreaming
softly weeping
by the rude bridge
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
my son is dead and i am going blind
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
i loved a woman

 



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