POEM NO. 12

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TITLE : DEATH

     A/N: It just suddenly came into my mind. In short I rushed this. (2020)

The pain spread like a wildfire
My blood burst out from my veins
I have these flowing tears and blooming worries
As I let myself succumb with darkness
Calmness consumed my own fears
as I look upon my own grave
and in just a snap
everything disappear alongside with my hopes
and dreams

-L.O.F

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