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funeral poem

i make my shroud, but no one knows
were it not for that singular smell
to be able to see every side of every question
now that i have cooled to you
what spiteful chance steals unawares
i gazed upon the glorious sky
not from the whole wide world
and breaketh bread no more

 



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