《Mind Poetry》0.6

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Days we're like paper

Crafted into planes

Drifting...

Like lost souls

Towards the sun

Only to be crushed

When it sets

Night crawls in

Specks of light melt away

Starting of a phenomenon.

Dragged into black smoke

Suffocating , trembling....

Fighting to live

But how could you live??

When ever day was your D.O.D

Everynight was your funeral

And every whisper sang

Amazing grace...

To your death.

-T.G

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