I've been chained to the ground unable to fly
They say life's short but I just want to die
Black hood, curved scythe
I can't wait for Death to arrive
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Deep Seas
PoetryMy mind was the deep seas Undiscovered, undisturbed and untouched Except by its inhabitants They arrived every second Every one of them was different Each with their own positivity and negativity Some of them brought along colour while others were p...
