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Sing me a story my dear.
No, not that one
Don’t make me cry.
Sing me a tale of hope.
no, not the cruelty.
Don’t make me sad.
Sing me myths!
No, gods are dead.
Don’t forget.
Aren’t we merry?
Darling, aren’t we happy?
You whisper such joyful tune.
But it’s all in my head, my dear.
How come you have no voice?
Don’t make me remember darling.
Don’t make me.
YOU ARE READING
poems with no names
Poetry❝ and I shall sing, with sweetened elation, these poems with no names. these poems of us.❞
