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suicide poem

grieve not for the invisible
do i like it
and breaketh bread no more
tell me less or tell me more
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
i am dying
over the river, on the hill
with lips blood red and heart of stone
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
when you come tonight

 



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