The collection of poems that will never be famous

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When I die,
I hope you read my poems,
Give them to anyone like a pie,
So leaders who can read what's inside my head.

May my gift be my thoughts,
I just want at least you to know things about me that no one else knew,
That you can know me, before or after I die,
And if you want, show it to anyone, anyone who deserves it.

Be a piece in your house,
Don't hate me, please.

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