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broken heart poem

let me move slowly through the street
my son is dead and i am going blind
passing through huddled and ugly walls
eighty years have passed, and more
awful truths these be
when the wind works against us in the dark
tell me
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
happiness
my mother taught me that every night

 



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