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death poetry

beautiful
gone before us
in and of itself
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
which i wish to remark
though i am little as all little things
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
love me at last, or if you will not
from our hidden places
very well, you liberals
a thousand silent years ago

 



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