Conceit Poem

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This is comparing hair with death and how they're similar

*note it's saying the person is depressed and killed themselves after taking gin and cocaine

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My Hair Is Deadly...Literally

Thy hair is no longer there

thou who has cutten it, has fallen

thy color has turned dark and brittle

and doth with sadness hath turned thy smell into ash,

darkness on thy starry night of peacefulness.

Thou seest pictures of me no longer

for thou hast taken gin or cocaine to overthrow thee

thou asks "why swell'st thou?"

thy hair smells of thy dead corpse whom thou smote.

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