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suicide poetry

city that is not a city
little park that i pass through
i am singing to you
thou unrelenting past
when night drifts along the streets of the city
sun and wind and beat of sea
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
listen
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i do not pray for peace

 



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