Swore to never see the light of day for as long as you're gone, but everyone knows you're gone for good.
So, what does that make me?
Have you got me gone for good too?
Because, how could the living haunt the dead?
Is this how you get me instead?
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
