once iworked security, in a university, after i got the sack, i was told, the body of, a young girl, a student, had been found, she had hung, herslf from a tree, when she did it, it was close to summer, close to end of term exams, they found her, about a week after i left, i must have passed her, dozens of times, as the birds, used her hair, to pad their nests, and her flesh, to feed, their young
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I would like to translate this poem
great idea, needs an edit.... herslf