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broken heart poem

still her gray rocks tower above the sea
were it not for that singular smell
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
my true love from her pillow rose
i love my hour of wind and light
who will be naming the wind
let me be sad
why do you always stand there shivering
death's nobility again
the shadows of the ships
storm
under dusky laurel leaf
i made a vow once, one only

 



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