You speak of death
As if it were
Not flesh disfigured
And soul skinned
From human bones
But a past fact
A present reality
And a future dream
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
You speak of death
As if it were
Not flesh disfigured
And soul skinned
From human bones
But a past fact
A present reality
And a future dream
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