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religious poem

the darkness rolls upward
do i like it
there is a city, builded by no hand
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
we lay
i loathed you
with lips blood red and heart of stone
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i am the wind that wavers
mysterious night
do you remember

 



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