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christmas poems

night was black and drear
who is the runner in the skies
i am the wind that wavers
the long resounding marble corridors
there is no flock, however watched and tended
i fill this cup
braided and woven
the air is like a butterfly
beneath my window in a city street
when i was broke in london
beautiful, tragical faces

 



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