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Contemplating Your Suicide
In small undeveloped countries
where water is scarce
we walk in the moonlight
The rhythmic sound of locusts wings
ruins the romance of the moment.
Angels should be flying around
pulling flies from the mouths of babes.
You take my hand as we take the last three steps
to the top of the mound
and look back down at the crags
of human nature.
"Beautiful night,"
you say.
where water is scarce
we walk in the moonlight
The rhythmic sound of locusts wings
ruins the romance of the moment.
Angels should be flying around
pulling flies from the mouths of babes.
You take my hand as we take the last three steps
to the top of the mound
and look back down at the crags
of human nature.
"Beautiful night,"
you say.
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