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it was a tall young oysterman
why are the things that have no death
there was a strangeness on your lips
along the banks
look out upon the stars, my love
he speaks not well
when i returned at sunset
thou unrelenting past
the agony of having too much power
at dawn, he said
i am dying
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
i fill this cup

 



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