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Suicide

No stars in the sky.
No night.
Me dead and the sum
of the hateful universe.
Pyramids, medals,
continents, faces, gone.
The past, gone.
Dust is history, dust of dust.
The last sundown.
Last bird.
I leave nothing to no-one.