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funeral poem

for these white arms about my neck
i am a woman
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the lightning flashed, and lifted
there is no escape by the river
though i am little as all little things
we break the glass whose sacred wine
the ships are lying in the bay
it was the autumn of the year
i saw him once before

 



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