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suicide poetry

fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme
je ne prie pas pour la paix
l'obscurité
j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
regardez avec les yeux longing et savez que je suivrai
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé
travails de la terre
mélancolie, bleu il était
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
a arqué l'inondation
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
je me suis tenu

 



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