If and when I die.
How could I be
sure the sun would rise.
Who would let me know?
The world I had once
lived in, gone.
Taking it with me if and when.
My most vivid lucid dream
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Joe Black
PoetryI consider this to be a collection of me. My life and emotions. Each poem/short holds heavy in my heart. All content is original and authentic. I'd love to hear your feedback and please encourage me! Lastly, I love you all. #9 in Poems