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break up poem

i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
i stood by the open casement
at midnight
daughter, thou art come to die
eighty years have passed, and more
he speaks not well
i saw the first pear
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
so fallen
melancholy days have come

 



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