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sad love poem

if the red slayer think he slays
the hypocritic days
when night drifts along the streets of the city
under a spreading chestnut tree
with the meek, brown eyes
with the sunset
the snow whispers about me
in his guarded tent
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
truely
i love my hour of wind and light

 



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