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Tell me
Dear child,
Dear little dreamer
Waiting to die.
Are you using magic
Or are you just
Singing lullabies.
Do you hear that song,
Pulling me asleep,
Or that dark voice,
Running for your life.
Tell me,
Dear child,
Dear little dreamer,
Waiting to live.
Are you ready for the sound of drums?
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YOU ARE READING
End
Poetry'If the end is drawing near, should I not be a part of it?' compilation of random efforts at poetry. - Cover Image - Kathrin Honesta
