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Ripped to Death
I have wings,
But I can't fly.
I have eyes,
But I can't sight.
I have hands,
But I can't touch.
I have mouth,
But I can't speak.
I have feet,
But I can't walk.
Well I have ears!
Yes, I have ears
That can only hear
Sounds of my bloody death.
My end.
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SpiritualThese are my own poetry collection that I wrote by passion, by emotion, by heart and by faith. Feel free to comment or suggest anything. I would gladly appreciate your thoughts. Thank you ❤
