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halloween poem

god
made up of loveliness alone
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
now while my lips are living
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
very well, you liberals
by the shore, by the sea
the old songs
we were not many
gloom
now that i have cooled to you
there are gains for all our losses
from floor to ceiling

 



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