Everyday, two-four-seven,
three-six-five,
we rouse from sleep.
Not knowing how life is a daily gift
That we should cherish
While waiting for guarantee
of death.
None of us will bolt from.
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2023 23:39
- Category: Unclassified
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