>: ^{} Poem by nic Leisure

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Rating: 2.7


The world gone by not long ago
Anger, hate, fights, and killing
There are no more lies
You and I think of it at least once a day
Death we think when, where and why
It never stops
The time goes faster every time you say a word
Of the wise helping the one what need it the most
Once you think of the wise it’s too late to help

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