Public Gardens
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James McLain
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Disorder grows in the public gardens.
Double shadows on the walls come together.
Tonight opens the song.
I sweat from the training.
I run the pads of my fingers in along.
The moon has eyes, eyes that open.
On a public wall read this poem.
Bu şiiri puanla
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