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Lay me down upon the moss,
cover me with autumn leaves,
rest my body in the forest
to be swallowed by the trees,
and let the fleeting moments
whisper my name to the breeze,
as the cool earth welcomes me,
let me go with comfortable ease.




© Pagan Paul (27/10/19)
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 Jan 2020 Michael Marro
Theia
ok
 Jan 2020 Michael Marro
Theia
ok
i know
we will be ok
but
right now
i’m not ok
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
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