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blossoms of babies
god
i said
often is it not so?
i hold your heart
a little peach in the orchard grew
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i said, i have shut my heart
perhaps
i am dying
before the solemn bronze saint
on and on
when freedom from her mountain height
i never knew the earth had so much gold

 



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