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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2190651
Will I let them be my demise?
I am not eternal,
I know that I must die.
But will I pass by suffocation,
Beneath dead dreams of mine?

I've not the strength to carry them;
These things which come and go.
But if I allow the decay to spread;
From it new dreams may grow.

So I'll unburden my shoulders;
I'll bury the dead where they lay.
And I'll continue wearily on,
Knowing I'll reach you one day.

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