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mother daughter poem

little gate was reached at last
i make my shroud, but no one knows
the hypocritic days
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i am singing to you
now that i have cooled to you
he'd even have his joke
the pale day drowses on the western steep
stir
softly now the light of day
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
tell me not

 



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