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daughter poem

just as my fingers on these keys
we break the glass whose sacred wine
when i go back to earth
she limps with halting painful pace
i have cast the world
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
at midnight
this is the arsenal
out of the deep and the dark
i have heard them in the night

 



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