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suicide poem

there is no flock, however watched and tended
when i returned at sunset
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
when freedom from her mountain height
risen from the dead
by the shore, by the sea
if i were very sure
arched the flood
simply speaking
as i lie roofed in, screened in

 



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