In the evenings where glow worms swarm,
With sweet airs wafting from reposing flowers,
The atmosphere of peace silently slips in.
With the earth damp from mildew, ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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