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daughter poem

not from the whole wide world
days endeared to every muse
as a white candle
i despise my friends more than you
were it not for that singular smell
what do i owe to you
i loathed you
be not false
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
white foam flower, red flame flower
sad are they who know not love
old wine to drink

 



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