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suicide poem

mysterious night
the agony of having too much power
tell me
sad are they who know not love
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
gaily through the fields we danced
braided and woven
she knows a cheap release
the darkness rolls upward
your body's motion is like music
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces

 



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