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A pure life

A pure life

A Poem by writtenjoe


My petals they fall upon the ground. Weak and wilted without a sound. Unable to express the way I feel. I am a living thing, I am real. The co..
In Loving Memory

In Loving Memory

A Poem by writtenjoe


Body ashes;cigarette burns. On a mantle; in a urn. Forgive him not for his sin Bitter life in a rusted tin Hold me close and help me to forget Pa..