To 'Her Final Reason' - Poem by Meme Think
Okey! ears hands up
'Remembering these words as I awake,
I wonder to myself solemnly;
Maybe she didn't destroy her soul.
Maybe, she just... set it free'
This really bring about the tears
The fugitive flees, to where
Will the elusive frees?
You are very good a mystery
Very good thy pierces
embodies nothing but tears
hands up! hands up! man
How can I set you free?
I myself become the burden of thee
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