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suicide poetry

up from the meadows rich with corn
a little peach in the orchard grew
when i returned at sunset
they in the darkness gather and ask
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
when a deed is done for freedom
in the dark and peace of my final bed
along a river-side
with lips blood red and heart of stone
it tells of good old times
the body may confine

 



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