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death poem

give me hunger
little park that i pass through
the ships are lying in the bay
blossoms of babies
skies they were ashen and sober
a thousand silent years ago
white foam flower, red flame flower
in the sphere
along a river-side
i never knew the earth had so much gold
up from the meadows rich with corn
your body's motion is like music

 



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