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suicide poetry

we were not many
perhaps
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
in your arms was still delight
there are gains for all our losses
i wonder where you live
with the meek, brown eyes
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
one with you
what spiteful chance steals unawares
very well, you liberals

 



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