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sex poem

simply speaking
long ago, in the young moonlight
since i have felt the sense of death
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
the air is like a butterfly
all down the years
perhaps it is no matter that you died
over the river, on the hill
i wonder where you live
city that is not a city
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea

 



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