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halloween poem

i can not tell you now
when night drifts along the streets of the city
wheel me down by the meadow
softly now the light of day
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
love has been sung a thousand ways
gone before us
to clothe the fiery thought
i expect you
he came and took me by the hand
a bird sang
this is the arsenal
in halls of sleep you wandered by

 



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