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There are four robins
in the woods
at the end of
The River Styx.
In the woods
I had a talk
about the river,
about my fear of crossing.
I had a talk
with a ghost,
that replaced my old fear,
with a new fear.
Of the ghost,
of the end,
of living longer than my flesh,
of seeing four robins circle me again.
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