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halloween poem for kid

beneath my window in a city street
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
from our hidden places
those black eyes i once so praised
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
beneath the warrior's helm
the lightning flashed, and lifted
with joy and wonder
we break the glass whose sacred wine
give me hunger
softly weeping
my son is dead and i am going blind
some of the hurts you have cured

 



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