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daughter poem

behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
eighty years have passed, and more
i am the wind that wavers
the body may confine
give me
just as my fingers on these keys
i know what you're going to say
brother, i am fire

 



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