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suicide poetry

i loathed you
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
in halls of sleep you wandered by
death's nobility again
do you remember
moonlight deep and tender
rising moon has hid the stars
were it not for that singular smell
stir
i love my life, but not too well
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
hang no wreath

 



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