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best friend poem

this ancient silver bowl of mine
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
a storm is riding on the tide
just now
he speaks not well
there is a city, builded by no hand
one by one, like leaves from a tree
the stars fell from heaven
tell me not
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
have we no shame?
gloom
the swan existing

 



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