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suicide poetry

up and down he goes
there were three in the meadow by the brook
wheel me down by the meadow
before the solemn bronze saint
often is it not so?
my sorrow, when she's here with me
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
my mother twines me roses wet with dew

 



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