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Feb 15
Sitting alone in a room,
I stared into my own tomb
Found some water, drank it up
It was poison in one’s cup!

Not just one cup, a whole pool,
Pool of poison, I consumed!
Poison made me lose my cool,
That’s how I became your fool!

Desperate to find the cure
I have found the lonely room,
Once more gazed inside the tomb
In there water, oh so pure!
Written by
Kristoph Noleman  18/M/Hungary
(18/M/Hungary)   
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