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break up poem

musing, between the sunset and the dark
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
therefore i may not
i saw him once before
i am the wind that wavers
one with you
days endeared to every muse
tripping up, falling down
the old west, the old time
for truth, for love
could we but know
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me

 



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