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baby poem

one with you
daughter, thou art come to die
i make my shroud, but no one knows
made up of loveliness alone
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i am fevered
the pale day drowses on the western steep
i loved a woman
i can not tell you now
i know not where
storm
why then, must we see?

 



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