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Poem Without A Title
I say to the lead
Why did you let yourself Be cast into a bullet? Have you forgotten the alchemists? Have you given up hope In turning into gold? Nobody answers. Lead. Bullet. With names Such as these The sleep is deep and long.
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Date: 21 March, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |