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- Untitled: #4225 at allpoetry
In the midst of things that last,
there lies the ruin of our past. - Revolution at allpoetry
Twisted metal, molten form,
with copper wire to adorn, - Finding the Blues at allpoetry
Here's another note to self,
so soon forgotten on the shelf, - Goodnight Nightingale at allpoetry
There are times when life is fleeting,
when memories are far too much. - The Lovers Look On at allpoetry
Okay, so the meter is a bit off, but I speak the lines a little different than people will read them. It's spoken word basically. Hope yo
