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life poem

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
do you hear the rain?
a storm is riding on the tide
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
with lips blood red and heart of stone
which keeps
see, they return
as a white candle
if i were very sure
as a naked man i go

 



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