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halloween poem

i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
did you ever hear of
and my name is truthful
beautiful, tragical faces
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
that year
blossoms of babies
under dusky laurel leaf
with the sunset
afraid no more, i say
skies they were ashen and sober
i stand in the cold gray weather

 



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