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suicide poem

the darkness rolls upward
shades of night were falling fast
when i go back to earth
these be
with her hair flaying wildly
high walls and huge
my son is dead and i am going blind
so fallen
simply speaking
uplifting, as the wind blew
skies they were ashen and sober
the sun is up
death's nobility again

 



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