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I dead No shouts and woes around wooden closet of mine please I dead not with rope and I quit not self Calendar expired Faded as rose naturally Cry not on this odourless rose Left this wild world on call of God Oh cries cry not Sooner or later You will be on my place be ready Food for worms he made me in soil Happy I'm someone food no waste I'm Forget the identity the shape and words Of rose, sharp knife these become If even dusty glimpse you have Everyday murder heart and mind Going From mother to land For few days again become seed in another mother #yqbaba#aestheticthoughts#wrscribblezone#quotestitchers#death#poem#cry

I dead No shouts and woes around wooden closet of

Cerebral Derange