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sad death poem

i am a woman
splendid and terrible your love
though i am little as all little things
when night drifts along the streets of the city
in and of itself
the dawn was apple-green
under dusky laurel leaf
now while my lips are living
white foam flower, red flame flower
i wonder where you live
when freedom from her mountain height
once this soft turf
simplicity

 



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