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broken heart poem

i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
there were three in the meadow by the brook
we break the glass whose sacred wine
sweet with fern and rose
for then without
high-born race
and breaketh bread no more
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i stood
my son is dead and i am going blind
i expect you
when freedom from her mountain height

 



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