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suicide poetry

gone are the three, those sisters rare
hang no wreath
brother, i am fire
the poets tell
i love to steal awhile away
what was it the engines said
for these white arms about my neck
see, from this counterfeit of him
a mist was driving down
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i am old and blind

 



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