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suicide poetry

and how could you dream of meeting
i know not where
my son is dead and i am going blind
i saw him once before
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
the old songs
let us plant
i had a dream and i awoke with it
she burst fierce wine
in halls of sleep you wandered by
in the cloud-gray mornings
i fill this cup

 



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