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The Darkening of Age
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The Darkening of Age
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011
One Summer's Day
A quick croak and then
memory was dead
and the sky, the empty sky, filled
with haze, endless haze.
plaster and the sculptor was finished
and god created a war on poetry
the end of Xanadu.
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