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suicide poem

tell me less or tell me more
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
one by one, like leaves from a tree
my sorrow, when she's here with me
sun and wind and beat of sea
my soul is a dark ploughed field
the ships are lying in the bay
tell me not
i love my life, but not too well
sad are they who know not love

 



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