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grandma poem

i fill this cup
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
softly now the light of day
softly weeping
be in me as the eternal moods
good woman
i burn no incense
i saw god. do you doubt it?
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
musing, between the sunset and the dark
tell me not

 



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