Is It Poetry
Dead We Lie - Poem by Is It Poetry
completely we are amassed,
Since then to now and thus
did not choose to live and shame the ground
which sprouted grew held out of.
The life, to be sure, Is nothing with out losing much,
but the young woman think that it is,
and we were young, no more.
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