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suicide poetry

with her hair flaying wildly
often is it not so?
my soul is a dark ploughed field
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
doubtless i remember still
this is the song of youth
under a spreading chestnut tree
the poets tell
be not angry with me
up to her chamber window

 



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