2 Jun 2010

Poet to my ear

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Poet to my ear~
The end is growing near,
Engulfed by my own fear,
I stand and hold my steer,
As I forced my soul into an endless peer,
Stand firm to my courier,
Neglecting my sincere,
Virtuous no longer appear,
A mixture of blood and beer,
Dripping the tear,
For the love one's fear,
I'm no longer here, 
No longer hear,
The words recited in my ears, 


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