I wasn’t alive
nor was I dead
when you left
me to my dread
doomed to fail
in life and love
pain below
and fear above
a little hope
another door
opened and made
poet of yore
nor was I dead
when you left
me to my dread
doomed to fail
in life and love
pain below
and fear above
a little hope
another door
opened and made
poet of yore
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