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The Words of Dead Poets
Gazing at fragility,
The words of dead poets,
I weep in a bookstore.
Lonely childhood room
Reading Catcher in the Rye
Never leaves me.
I’m at home in autumn
Among the barren trees,
The windswept life
Blows away my love.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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