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lived by the river-side
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
as a white candle
under dusky laurel leaf
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
i loathed you
dear wife
afraid no more, i say
to come so soon to this imagined dark
gingham dog and the calico cat
along the banks
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
muffled drum's sad roll has beat