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desolate and lone
she burst fierce wine
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i can not tell you now
which keeps
there is no flock, however watched and tended
let us pity those who are better off than we are
not from the whole wide world
city that is not a city
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
sweet and strong
i am a woman
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
three years ago today

 



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