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suicide poem

as a white candle
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
come down at dawn from windless hills
i love my life, but not too well
from our hidden places
blossoms of babies
before the solemn bronze saint
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
be in me as the eternal moods
under a spreading chestnut tree
noises that strive to tear

 



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