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Apr 2019
To the God which determines the lifetime of Poets i ask,

let all the poets die with their hearts no longer on their sleeves;

but finally in their throats.
so in our final moments
all the words never written
can, at last,
be spoke.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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