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friend poem

i've won the race
the earth keeps some vibration going
full of tears
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
that year
music i heard with you was more than music
the agony of having too much power
perhaps
i despise my friends more than you
when i returned at sunset
truely
the body may confine

 



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