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Black

Andrew Lansdown

Feb 28 2011

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 i

As I did not die

in my sleep, my heart starts up

its pining again.

ii

A beautiful day …

so there’s no way to explain

why I feel this way.

iii

After me once more—

black dog! The grip of its jaw, 

the scratch of its paw!

iv

So blindingly black …

as when the shining world turns

to the sun its back.

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