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suicide poem

now while my lips are living
once this soft turf
in halls of sleep you wandered by
i reside at table mountain
often i think of the beautiful town
with the meek, brown eyes
i went up and down the streets
uplifting, as the wind blew
in their ragged regimentals

 



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