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suicide poem

je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
je sais pas où
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
ce qui je vous doivent
un stylo d'acier
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
splendide et terrible votre amour

 



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