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fall poem

stir
were it not for that singular smell
softly weeping
i had over-prepared the event
brief on a flying night
when, full of warm and eager love
once this soft turf
the hypocritic days
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
up from the south at break of day
why do
do not turn your head

 



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