Oh, how I've tried just to hold my tongue.
Soul reaped, ever so young.
Cut out my throat.
Hoist my head to the sky.
My crown sat atop the mountain, oh so high.
But the blood ran, gave way to light.
Tighten the noose. Keep me in sight.
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Author:
Noah (
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wow, your the first poem ive read since signing up 5 minutes ago 🙂
Nice work 🙂
Thank you
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