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suicide poetry

gaily through the fields we danced
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
passing through huddled and ugly walls
it was a tall young oysterman
give me
my soul is a dark ploughed field
when night drifts along the streets of the city
simply speaking
rising moon has hid the stars
now while my lips are living

 



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