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christmas poetry

let me be sad
i burn no incense
do you hear the rain?
he's gone
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
when i returned at sunset
by the rude bridge
did you ever see an alligator
you are beautiful and faded
my mother taught me that every night
we lay

 



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