Where death don't exist,
Where pain is unmissed,
Where there's no life,
'Cause doesn't work knife,
That world've never seen blood,
There's ice although without the cold,
How could be ever written the word,
Which could desribe this peculiar world,
One word was found to see such Earth,
Which in two dimensions is called Dearth.
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Poetry in English
Poetrynaive poetry attemption refers to our ugly world and how I suppose there is many words to write about it yet
