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suicide poem

i am a woman
see, from this counterfeit of him
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
grieve not for the invisible
burly, dozing humble-bee
now that i have cooled to you
under the harvest moon
desolate and lone
what shall we do now
up from the meadows rich with corn
at dawn, he said
once this soft turf

 



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