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Run. Run. Run
Darling we're getting chased anyway.
Fall. Fall. Fall.
Dear we're all going to die someday.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
It was never a dream just your mind gone mad.
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A/N yes, I've disappeared for quite a long time but I like to think that I am getting back into writing again. :)
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry'If the end is drawing near, should I not be a part of it?' compilation of random efforts at poetry. - Cover Image - Kathrin Honesta
