Life of a Dying Poet
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Wednesday, June 13, 2018
My Song
Even then I see your blue eyes stop my falling.
Now I know.
Even now your blue eyes caught me from my folly.
Now I know that each time I cry.
Why do I even lie?
You are my song.
Remember me
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