Spiro K Poems

If life is only memories
then let me leave this memory with you
if love is just a feeling
the kind that we are killing
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I guess depression got me
It crawled under my skin
It killed all hope; infected me
Destroyed me from within
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In the sky so high, they soared with grace,
Brothers and sisters, a noble embrace.
The hum of the blades, a steady song,
They flew with purpose, to right the wrong.
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