by Gretl Feeson
And if tomorrow never comes
Then tonight shall be my very last
Taste of this capricious gift of life
Sitting, thoughts of winning and losing
Be it you, me or all that we see
I’ll still spread wings and fly away free
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Just some social trash spouting out vague nonsense which somewhat adheres to poetry in structure and content.
Last updated December 02, 2015