Life of a Dying Poet
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Thursday, April 25, 2019
Haunt Me
I can’t, stop.
They fall all around me.
They won’t, drop.
The lights flash all around me.
Don’t burn too hot.
The cityscape surrounds me.
Seek out, not sought.
Something special to, haunt me.
Remember me
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