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sorry poem

some one complained to the master
along the banks
beside a stricken field
out of the sparkling sea
good woman
high walls and huge
softly weeping
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
noises that strive to tear
and my name is truthful
and how could you dream of meeting
there is a city, builded by no hand

 



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