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christmas poems

to some the fat gods
for truth, for love
often i think of the beautiful town
as a white candle
there are gains for all our losses
she was a beauty in the days
he's gone
tripping up, falling down
to come so soon to this imagined dark
birds against the april wind
tell me less or tell me more
those black eyes i once so praised
the ships are lying in the bay
i had a dream and i awoke with it

 



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