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poem for dad

i am the wind that wavers
as a white candle
very well, you liberals
i went up and down the streets
stand here by my side
i loathed you
no prey am i of poor thoughts
the stars fell from heaven
darkest, strangest mystery
over the river, on the hill
you are clear
we break the glass whose sacred wine
at dawn, he said
i am in love with high far-seeing places

 



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