Worst PoetA Poem by Davidgeo(I wanted to leave but someone told me to leave J) So I'm going to stayThe real past is what is coming (it's a shade) From the moment How we see it Clear Is the word I cannot see anything (just yet) Until there's death (until you're dead)
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