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gothic poetry

when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
the poets tell
on and on
your body's motion is like music
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
in all things not spoken of
i do not pray for peace
over the river they beckon to me
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
where shall i find you
have you heard

 



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