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suicide poem

i stood
my mother taught me that every night
night was black and drear
sun stepped down from his golden throne
and breaketh bread no more
among the mountains i wandered
quietly, with reverance, in awe
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong

 



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