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the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
just as my fingers on these keys
days endeared to every muse
the darkness rolls upward
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
since i have felt the sense of death
the arches of the red bridge

 



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