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sad death poem

why do
thou unrelenting past
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
give me hunger
still thirteen years
the meadow was creeping
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
stern cold man
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
let me be sad
i was a goddess ere the marble found me

 



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