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Crows lurk, where the graveyards swell, painting this face in shadows... trying to hide in where I fell. A gathering of shapes replaced in the earth......... in death I'll find beauty....... in decay.... I'll find worth. Relapsing commotion grows dim in the shroud, ever present is the gloom.... hailing from the crowd. But all of them are told to leave me resting in the ground...corroded in perpetuation...awaiting to be found.
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Death is but the shedding of the confines of the mortal shell
Good description i like it bro 
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Crows lurk, where the graveyards swell, painting this face in shadows... trying to hide in where I fell. A gathering of shapes replaced in the earth......... in death I'll find beauty....... in decay.... I'll find worth. Relapsing commotion grows dim in the shroud, ever present is the gloom.... hailing from the crowd. But all of them are told to leave me resting in the ground...corroded in perpetuation...awaiting to be found. so depressing, Alan...  but good write... 
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Someone called me "Broken" once
I didn't understand Emmotion is the heart we thrust When pen slips into hand..... 
POETRY...It speaks to you ...Are YOU listening ? |
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