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love poem

what do i owe to you
in an old chamber softly lit
hang no wreath
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i am dying
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
she limps with halting painful pace
sad are they who know not love
i reside at table mountain

 



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