This poem was published in Issue 43 of Talisman magazine (http://www.talismanmag.net/)
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This gold will die out before too long, Soaked through with the November mist, This wanton and doomed celebration Which the wicked fall season permits.
Come winter we’ll have fun remembering The serious conclaves of fat ducks. This gold will end before too long. This gold will end in darkness.
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