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your body's motion is like music
risen from the dead
at midnight
a mile behind
still thirteen years
i love my life, but not too well
through the broad earth's aching breast
as i lie roofed in, screened in
i stood
once this soft turf
before the solemn bronze saint
i go my way complacently
though i am little as all little things

 



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