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suicide poem

rocked in the cradle of the deep
over the river they beckon to me
i see all human wits
last midnight
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
very well, you liberals
the earth keeps some vibration going
a little peach in the orchard grew
do you remember
lady, your heart has turned to dust
i bid them all farewell
world that changes under my hand

 



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