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death poetry

i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
renew the vision of delight
in the dark and peace of my final bed
in september
in the sphere
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
be not false
why are the things that have no death
under dusky laurel leaf
last midnight
by the rude bridge
i despise my friends more than you

 



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