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suicide poem

your body's motion is like music
i am the wind that wavers
little park that i pass through
i never knew the earth had so much gold
days endeared to every muse
all my love for my sweet
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
who loves the rain
stuff of the moon

 



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