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suicide poem

like eagles on up high
risen from the dead
earth travails
where shall i find you
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i loved a woman
now that i have cooled to you
there's one that i once loved so much
tripping up, falling down
a look is but a ray

 



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