S - Poem by christina henry
Sing me a song that captures everyting
man and beast.
Sing me a song that fills me up
as would a feast.
Sing me a song to free my soul,
a song to make me loose control.
Sing me a song that lasts forever
that cures all ills, and only brings pleasure.
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