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the meadow was creeping
thou unrelenting past
backward, turn backward
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
once this soft turf
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
so lost
what do i owe to you
happiness
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i saw the first pear
the body may confine

 



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