Dying To Be BornA Poem by LanaBorn with a general anesthesia I die again and call for the black No rainbow to justify the blind Fighting to be born again It's an affair to die again Or a joke with a jarring smell Many affairs of love means care and maybe at some point the air was pressed to the core with a friend Spread on toast but I'm fighting to be And only dying black all the dots from my life Colors only spots of crime That blind the state And course the joke While pretending for vanity fairs
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