---THE POET'S RECOLLECTION---
no one
poets do not die
the poets themselves
they hang themselves
they watch it
some are sad
properties
occasionally
READ - EAT - DRINK
more of them
speaking
in the middle of money
you
by the sound of a cock
laughtre is another
without agreements
loved once
cey and mourn
by heats
this is called conspiracy
one of them to anyone
blame
then
seldom
stop somewhere and get together
bottle of beer
the four conspire
and then time
they leave without saying a word
LAST
everyone leaves
of course
NO ONE KILL POETS
POETS HANG THEMSELVES
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