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death poem

a thousand silent years ago
as a white candle
backward, turn backward
who will be naming the wind
i despise my friends more than you
over the river they beckon to me
we break the glass whose sacred wine
she said
by the rude bridge
risen from the dead
mysterious night
long ago, in the young moonlight
quietly, with reverance, in awe

 



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