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i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
in and of itself
i see all human wits
there is a country full of wine
i fill this cup
winged shadows sweeping by
pushing out, struggling vainly
were it not for that singular smell
the arches of the red bridge
perhaps it is no matter that you died
the shadows of the ships

 



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