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death poem

simplicity
my sorrow, when she's here with me
it was the autumn of the year
i am dying
under dusky laurel leaf
and how could you dream of meeting
therefore i may not
my son is dead and i am going blind
i burn no incense
if it
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
all within and all without me
the air is like a butterfly

 



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