Perhaps it's time to restart my heart. Or maybe, we should just depart.
That's not an option for I've already left this world full of theft behind. Although to restart my heart we must get rid of the tart. Alas, to do this I must pass. Maybe I'll even meet Astarte and Descartes when I reach the start.
Goodbye cruel world, I leave having been loved, I leave having been forgotten. Goodbye cruel world.
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DEAD | A Collection
PoetryThis book contains many rhyming and not poems about death or the desire behind it. Should update once a month, maybe twice a month.
