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suicide poetry

all quiet along the potomac
within my hand i hold
winged shadows sweeping by
you say you love me
just as my fingers on these keys
he'd even have his joke
i am old and blind
why then, must we see?
melancholy, blue it was
a flying word from here and there
softly weeping

 



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