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christmas poem

the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
to be able to see every side of every question
i make my shroud, but no one knows
sun and wind and beat of sea
happiness
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
simply speaking
the swan existing
we break the glass whose sacred wine
the body may confine

 



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