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suicide poem

the ships are lying in the bay
she burst fierce wine
a flying word from here and there
which keeps
if i should die, think only this of me
what do i owe to you
give me
roses and gold
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
looking beyond
what spiteful chance steals unawares
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things

 



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