In The Night's Cold
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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In
The
Night's
Cold
Footed
Grass
And
Earth-cool
Roots
There
Moved
Slow
And
Secure
Glow-worms
Of
The
Night
Half-hidden
In
The
Soil
The
Naked
Soil
Womb
Of
The
Humid
Lyre
Of
Ancient
Ground
To
Receives
Bones
And
Skeletons
I
Have
Suspended
Immortality
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