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Where violets on the campus hide
poetry
Madness
Did you ever ask yourself
Pine
Torn not by sudden gales
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Riddle me, Sweet, how you who had
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No sedative can soothe the heart
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Like a crowding herd of clouds that low
Armistice
Your coat was old and your lips were haggered then.
Mid-October
Past yellow birches shining through
Lost Emotion
By pleasure and pain
Conclusion
As a seed climbs
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