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I met with him, I met the reaper,
I met with him, the soul keeper.
He is not scary as often portrayed,
Nor does he carry a long blade.
He holds grand wings on his back,
Seemingly soft & charcoal black.
His eyes hold pains of their own,
Into another realm of the unknown.
His job he is not so quite fond of,
His heart is full of unrequited love.
People cower in fear at his name,
& pray he'd go back from where he came.
I will never understand why they do so,
He is a lonely soul himself, that's all I know.
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Poems For The Pained Heart
PoetryYou've made it this far so let me tell you a story, About life in this age with all of it's pain and glory. It's been a long journey, it's been a long road, It's been so tiring, you want to go on sleep mode. But wait just a little, just a bit long...
