growing old is sin to me
immortality is key
maybe you don't understand
you're from such a tedious land
please my dear just come with me
for you are not happy, i can see
peters note
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Poetry❝Hope is the thing with feathers that perches into the soul - and sings tunes without words - and never stops at all.❞ [welcome to whirring act one. this is the first installment of my personal poetry. these writings are so near and dear to my heart...
