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My December

My December, my Heart: it's time that I left...
No rest for the wicked, no work for the rest. Leave
before the next December
catches up. Remember
the November before: when we worked every second
that God sent. And now we're out, we're rust to
dust, and back again. We must
fight battles and win trust. We must
search and die and try to get bread-and-honey.
But when we wake, we are not allowed to love it.
We must not lie, we must not judge, we
must not fight, or want to die, we must not steal...
So it is not my right to fight for you.
You must fight for yourself, like I have to.

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  • GothicFyre
    April 2

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    A truly amazing poem, an excellent style and the writing was truly beautiful. I loved the sentiments here, they really were amazing. Best of luck in the contest!