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Suicide Note to a Lover

To my funeral, wear a dress of red Please, in lieu of a black one stark and plain display one last time your beauty, instead Of concentrating solely on your pain The best and sweetest moments in my life Carry with them the highest price of all It's agony to see you face such strife I must end this torture once and for all I dread the ghosts which doggedly hound me I can no longer bear the sullen weight Of my past decisions. I must be free of it, it is past time to face my fate To my funeral, wear a dress of red Show your love for me, now that I am....
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john-e-entwistle
American
Published
Dec 12, 2013
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Creativity requires constraint: hence the sonnet.

Life is the sum of our regrets. How long can we bear the burden?

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