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suicide poem

for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
i have heard them in the night
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
through the broad earth's aching breast
hang no wreath
tripping up, falling down
i saw god. do you doubt it?
for these white arms about my neck

 



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