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suicide poem

within my hand i hold
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
tripping up, falling down
she was a beauty in the days
with the sunset
the pale day drowses on the western steep
the earth keeps some vibration going
through the broad earth's aching breast
i have to say good-night
sad are they who know not love
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
what was it the engines said

 



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