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The skin under the eyes not yet pulled taut
by the ever-present thought
of eventual, inevitable demise.
Those two expanses clashing with the rest
Jealous, the others soon divest
Their higher brothers of blooming chances.
It isn't right, feeling set in my skin
The ease reflects something within
So I transition from doubt to repeated trite.
by the ever-present thought
of eventual, inevitable demise.
Those two expanses clashing with the rest
Jealous, the others soon divest
Their higher brothers of blooming chances.
It isn't right, feeling set in my skin
The ease reflects something within
So I transition from doubt to repeated trite.
It has a rhythm, I swear!
© 2009 - 2024 Hetalia8P
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Wanna stop being so amazing?
Jeez, whenever I read your poems I have to stop and be just like WOAHHHHHH.
Jeez, whenever I read your poems I have to stop and be just like WOAHHHHHH.