Maybe I Came Here To Die - Poem by Wes Thompson
I once knew a prophet full of dreams;
she could see beyond the skies,
but her every word was lost to me
when she gazed into my eyes.
I was once a gentle boy
who could love without an end,
and though dandelions still bloom,
I cannot comprehend.
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