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suicide poetry

which i wish to remark
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
a mile behind
all those treasures that lie
soft as the bed in the earth
before the solemn bronze saint
which keeps
i burn no incense
he'd even have his joke
master of human destinies am i
this is the arsenal
i know not where

 



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