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Though world be wide and love ordinary
with exhausting abandon sweethearts fling
themselves from highest branches of the tree
cascade down leaves of lust and wedding rings
past limbs that claw at exposed tender flesh
taxes, children, mortgages and feral
bills, these mutant horrors devour fresh
dreams, and though they tumble as one peril
collapse proves the calamitous ordeal
separate in pile of withered hopes
eyes too stunned to see, hearts too numb to feel
a frozen flurry on the blasted slope
some gather kindling to build patient light
a compassionate warmth in this bleak night
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