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May 9
He died
from all his struggle
with requite,
"let a flower bloom-"
he said,
"on the earth
above my new bed,
I shall lie still
knowing no one will come
and water it's thirst,
and if someone does
the water shall trickle
down its leaves
as if into tears I burst,
of joy at last?
or of envy aghast?"
Diljeev
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Diljeev  19/M
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