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halloween poem

in all things not spoken of
who will be naming the wind
thou unrelenting past
there is a city, builded by no hand
she said
i walk down the garden paths
gone before us
this ancient silver bowl of mine
but i cannot read you now
i see all human wits
the sun is up
on and on
in may
i despise my friends more than you

 



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