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suicide poem

no prey am i of poor thoughts
my son is dead and i am going blind
i am in love with high far-seeing places
let us express our baser passions
so fallen
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
quietly, with reverance, in awe
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
now while my lips are living

 



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