To Charles On His Home - Poem by John Wieners
Death is an unforgiven
That's what we have in common
language an act of sharing words.
Coming tears will do it
Where there's smoke
THERe's a suitcase
fairies never change
It's so hard to get to the top.
Death is a failure
there are so many of them.
Dont trust her
I don't care how old the races are.
And I never have.
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