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suicide poem

if i should die, think only this of me
out of the deep and the dark
my son is dead and i am going blind
the long resounding marble corridors
do you remember
the sky
arched the flood
i expect you
beneath my window in a city street
i love my hour of wind and light
i know not where

 



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