Palinode IX
Palinode IX
I met a suicide
here,
a young man
who looked
eighteen,
who could not
stop talking
in parables.
He had made
the world
a better place,
he was convinced,
by leaving it,
but, boy,
how he missed,
how he missed,
his friend
who was more than a friend.
I met a suicide
here,
a young man
who looked
eighteen,
who could not
stop talking
in parables.
He had made
the world
a better place,
he was convinced,
by leaving it,
but, boy,
how he missed,
how he missed,
his friend
who was more than a friend.
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