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suicide poem

be not false
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the little white prayers
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
from floor to ceiling
desolate and lone
those black eyes i once so praised
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
in his guarded tent
there is an hour of peaceful rest

 



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