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halloween poem

beneath the warrior's helm
these be
when night drifts along the streets of the city
tell me not
the light withdrawn
i know not where
little park that i pass through
let me be sad
uplifting, as the wind blew
from our hidden places
in the dark and peace of my final bed
my soul is a dark ploughed field

 



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