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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2191986
This is a poem about history, and the efforts taken to preserve such.
"People are trapped
in history and
history is
trapped in them,"

Though it may lead
to misery
and misery
tracks again.

The stars tonight
they are glittering.
And hither,
lack, and then.

The jewels are wrapped
for christening
and interesting
sacks prevail.

My home is far
and sisterly,
but withering
back again.

I never knew
my history.
The livery.
All Blacks prevail.

Nobody knew
how eagerly
success was won
and then,

'Twas only true.
The beaver, he
dressed the logs
and went.

My gentle flute
was given me
back and when.

"People are trapped
in history
and history
is trapped in them."
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