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I have seen death,
and felt the cold hands of grief upon my throat,
how they hurt,
by Lonesomeboy
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2 days ago. In death, gold, heaven, ice, life, light, sister, spiritual, hope, pain, personal
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How could I even begin to tell her about my love
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Life is a long road to nowhere
occasionally a happy moment comes
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Why should I win gold you ask?
Well, I shall tell you.
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Its heavy yellow sparkle has ruled hearts through all the years The cause of countless battles and too many wasted tears
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My poetry's fantastic
I really ought to win
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As you fly through the tunnel
you see two tunnel ways
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So close I can touch it If i do I lose it all
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