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sorry poem

i said, i have shut my heart
truely
brief on a flying night
master of human destinies am i
glooms of the live-oaks
in halls of sleep you wandered by
noises that strive to tear
do not turn your head
to be able to see every side of every question
to come so soon to this imagined dark

 



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