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sorry poem

since i have felt the sense of death
backward, turn backward
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
so lost
before the solemn bronze saint
i love to steal awhile away
see, from this counterfeit of him
she might have known it in the earlier spring
beautiful, tragical faces

 



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