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my writings are not correct, nor the best but i write them to me, or to a special person/group. therefor, my poems are perfect, perfect for me, that person, or that group because emotions is what i aim for
Why, why? why did you left me for silence...
The reapers flute is near, a beautiful tone it decades flesh, rip over bone soon, i'll be gone, this is my doom the flute tells me: soon darling, soon