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To Whom

To whom; who death might delight,
Put on your socks and your glass
And glimpse through a river
That breath gust of elite; gust of love
Which you will miss gracefully
And gust of free spirit which peace
Will finally bear,
Never stay tend for life and army
Of people will never treat fairness
In your expense.

(2014)

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