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suicide poem

my sorrow, when she's here with me
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
softly weeping
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
when you come tonight
your body's motion is like music
with the meek, brown eyes
passing through huddled and ugly walls

 



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