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death poetry

i burn no incense
the darkness
there was a strangeness on your lips
i love to steal awhile away
the ships are lying in the bay
beside a stricken field
stuff of the moon
a mist was driving down
of sun nor stars
a flying word from here and there
i saw the clouds among the hills
what shall we do now
let a joy keep you

 



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