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suicide poetry

the sky
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
with her hair flaying wildly
last midnight
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
i am singing to you
do not turn your head
when i was broke in london
up from the meadows rich with corn
and so it goes
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead

 



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