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sorry poem

dark-eyed
i make my shroud, but no one knows
some of the hurts you have cured
friend, whose smile has come to be
beside a stricken field
though love repine, and reason chafe
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
with lips blood red and heart of stone

 



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