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pumpkin poem

when i was a boy at college
at midnight
they in the darkness gather and ask
gone before us
in your flight
rocked in the cradle of the deep
leave the lovely words unsaid
were it not for that singular smell
i love my life, but not too well
doubtless i remember still
the swan existing
days endeared to every muse
she knows a cheap release
i had a dream and i awoke with it

 



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