Killed Paive—July 8—1918, by Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

Killed Paive—July 8—1918

Desire and

All the sweet pulsing aches

And gentle hurtings

That were you,

Are gone into the sullen dark.

Now in the night you come unsmiling

To lie with me

A dull, cold, rigid bayonet

On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.

#Americans #Suicide

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