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baby poem

in his guarded tent
they in the darkness gather and ask
risen from the dead
by the rude bridge
all those treasures that lie
white foam flower, red flame flower
she must go back, she said
therefore i may not
the long resounding marble corridors
he came and took me by the hand
i am dying

 



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