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death poem

my soul is a dark ploughed field
i said
i expect you
blossoms of babies
do not grieve that it is over
i loathed you
this ancient silver bowl of mine
i hold your heart
what do i owe to you
this is the ship of pearl
here lies a most beautiful lady
but i cannot read you now

 



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