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suicide poetry

in new york harbor
for these white arms about my neck
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
our pleasant moments fly
i see all human wits
this ancient silver bowl of mine
like eagles on up high
melancholy days have come
i am in love with high far-seeing places
when night drifts along the streets of the city

 



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