"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

She committed suicide in her poetry...

She
Wrote
About
Slit
Wrist,
And
Broken
Lips
She committed suicide in her poetry...

She
Fell
In
Love
With
A
Simile,
Metaphorically
She committed suicide in her poetry...

I
Mean
She
Actually
Wrote,
That
She
Was
Going
To
Hang
Herself
From
A
Rope
She committed suicide in her poetry...

She
Wanted
To
Be
Freed,
So
She
Chose
To
Let
Her
Pen
Bleed
She committed suicide in her poetry...

She
Had
Only
One
Life
To
Turn
In,
But
She
Gave
It
Up
Again
And
Again
She committed suicide in her poetry...

When
She
Felt
Least
In
The
World,
And
Felt
It
Should
No
Longer
Twirl
She committed suicide in her poetry...

When
She
Got
Tired
Of
Stressing,
After
Tears
Would
No
Longer
Fall,
After
So
Many
Failed
Lessons,
When
She
Felt
Neglected
Of
Blessings
She committed suicide in her poetry...

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