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sympathy poem

quietly, with reverance, in awe
you say you love me
i make my shroud, but no one knows
were it not for that singular smell
see i give myself to you
in the cloud-gray mornings
gaily through the fields we danced
dear wife
as a white candle
have we no shame?
the saddest of the year

 



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