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Feb 2019
do the dead become nature
combine in one apotheosis,
as a frost preserves a color
wading to its perish?
death must mean to be
a complementary, as moon
sweeps into sea and makes calamity
seem brief enough to cherish.
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   Shiv Pratap Pal, Perry and Fawn
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