Death of poems.
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Last published Sat, Aug 9, 2025
What a funny word death is, having enough power to send fear into most and hope into others.
Death means the end, a summary of our lives.
Just a book of poems that I wrote and am writing lol they are not very good but whatever I'll be adding more but I'll just do new pages so this book will probably never be complete if you'd like to add some quotes or whatnot feel free to message and I'll put them on with your username.
I know these suck just trying to get out of my head.
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