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The letters they wrote to their beloved
Some reached
Some stayed
Some on the way would fade
Just words on a page
And the way they fell
Stoned
From dark fireworks, the green haze
Just the count of the day
And the hopes they had
Wasted
The world they might've made
Just lives thrown away
And the deeper you dig
The more you find
Voices not heard of
And souls
Now concious of the lies
About the Creator
Ismaeel Piperdi
I like writing, I should probably do it more often. If you like reading what I write, you should probably do it more often.
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