Something in the air, more days getting fresher
The time that is square, may leave you something better
Pass off talking like I was always leaving for something
Feel the prosperity leaving asking for nothing
Feel it in the air, more magic I'm nothing, leave for what's near same casket
one hundred
My casket we leave burn to me he fronting give it to me music come back running
Talk from the trees she knows that I'm something
Music, I sing the melody hunting
She rhymes with me but blessing one hundred
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Author:
Ja'Quan Shepard (
Offline) - Published: November 15th, 2025 00:43
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I have to admit that despite several readings I still lack understanding of this poem other that in real or symbolic manner it refers to death. Most interesting
Leaving for something better after a death of a loved one
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