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Poem 148: Dead

R.I.P.⚰


R.I.P. is everything,
I'm backing to the place eternal,
Being moreover normal,
'Cause do fight there's each way,
Why this arrive to happening?

Mi miedos no tiene más remedio,
Elles tienen solo paciencia,
Mirando en alma,
Saliendo del coma,

May I be you'll like,
Calling up how form divine,
Feeling so nice;

I see only story already written for me,
Staying in the dark raising on time free,
Curing all hurts can to be.

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