Wasting away on a cold summer day
The thought of my arrival into the fray
Deconstructs my being and turns me to clay
Final thoughts pass of the life I have made
Circling like vultures as my life starts to fade
In time do I give my heart to the shore
A washing cleanse I have always adored
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Author:
Noah (
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