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i burn no incense
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
up and down he goes
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
i am fevered
the darkness rolls upward
a mile behind
in the dark and peace of my final bed
though i am little as all little things
when the veil from the eyes is lifted

 



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