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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1006436
A poem about stuff
Cold echos drip like candle's wax
Down my arthritic spine
Shades of desperate dying doom
Paint shadows in my mind
I'll never forget the screaming...the quivering lips... the sorrow
And what it is to realize
I'm severed from tomorrow
The winds of a random moment
Swept away my place
In pain, insane
I dreamed to gain
But lost the human race
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