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sad love poem

i make my shroud, but no one knows
stand here by my side
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i am fevered
in new york harbor
if i were very sure
what do i owe to you
he speaks not well
our pleasant moments fly
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
it was the autumn of the year

 



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