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christmas poem

were it not for that singular smell
in the sphere
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
but i cannot read you now
i hold your heart
there's one that i once loved so much
beneath the warrior's helm
she knows a cheap release
she burst fierce wine
thou unrelenting past
be not false

 



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