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autumn poetry

they in the darkness gather and ask
arched the flood
with her hair flaying wildly
we lay
i loathed you
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
when, full of warm and eager love
the ancient songs
why are the things that have no death
i burn no incense

 



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