The poem that dies

January 25, 2012
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This is the poem that dies
in the hot sun in the war with others
that rises each night
because of the people cheering it on
because they feel like it sounds well
And when anger
makes me want to destroy something
this is the poem that dies
in the hot sun in the war with others
almost like us every day with life in the day and go to sleep in a state of death in the night





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