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love poem

that year
i am singing to you
my mother taught me that every night
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
my son is dead and i am going blind
sadly speaking
therefore i may not
the stars fell from heaven
i know what you're going to say
with her hair flaying wildly
tell me less or tell me more
at midnight

 



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