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suicide poem

often i think of the beautiful town
there was a strangeness on your lips
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
eighty years have passed, and more
in september
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
we lay
what shall we do now
do not grieve that it is over
dark-eyed
when i looked into your eyes

 



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