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fall poem

rocked in the cradle of the deep
often i think of the beautiful town
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
very well, you liberals
made up of loveliness alone
so lost
love me at last, or if you will not
the darkness
she limps with halting painful pace
were it not for that singular smell
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue

 



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