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suicide poetry

give me hunger
i heard the wind all day
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
my son is dead and i am going blind
hang no wreath
often i think of the beautiful town
there was a time in former years
now that i have cooled to you
gaily through the fields we danced
leave the lovely words unsaid

 



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