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  Leave me with abba 
after devastation. There was 
blood before the dawn. 
The feathers were floating. 

And why should one weep 
when the lake was dry 
and there was a corona 
discharge from the man's face. 

I remember not, all the 
ugliness of life, when I was 
growing roses in my books, like 
a moon striking my pen. 

The road was there, the tree 
was there, but your footprints 
were not to be seen. Where have 
you gone my words, I was waiting?
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