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break up poem

i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
beneath the warrior's helm
a thousand silent years ago
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
the darkness
when i was broke in london
two rows of cabbages
burly, dozing humble-bee
musing, between the sunset and the dark
be not angry with me
her face is fair and smooth and fine

 



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