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i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
when i was broke in london
perhaps
could we but know
blossoms of babies
were it not for that singular smell
now that i have cooled to you
love me at last, or if you will not
this ancient silver bowl of mine
is there anybody there
along a river-side
death's nobility again
still thirteen years

 



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