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poem for pastors

i despise my friends more than you
last midnight
where shall i find you
among the mountains i wandered
simplicity
i loved a woman
i have heard them in the night
the little white prayers
i am old and blind
let me move slowly through the street
under a spreading chestnut tree
give me
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
what shall we do now

 



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