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short friendship poem

in the dark and peace of my final bed
as it
since i have felt the sense of death
for these white arms about my neck
glass-blower of time
my sorrow, when she's here with me
here lies a most beautiful lady
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
a bird sang
do not turn your head

 



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