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death poetry

why do you always stand there shivering
there is a city, builded by no hand
a pen of steel
grieve not for the invisible
the hypocritic days
world that changes under my hand
the darkness
she said
it was a tall young oysterman
a storm is riding on the tide
i hold your heart
shades of night were falling fast

 



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