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suicide poetry

it was many and many a year ago
with the meek, brown eyes
when i was a boy at college
when the wind works against us in the dark
i burn no incense
i have cast the world
tell me not
if the red slayer think he slays
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
the ships are lying in the bay
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
i make my shroud, but no one knows

 



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