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my last poem
i swear it off
i call it quits
i know its lame
but now it fits
i no longer write
i no longer like
to fit in my rhymes
though in old times
i recall my loves past
and family members
it all wouldnt last
so ill just remember
it all when theyre songs
not poems again
i know they belong
in the heads of my friends
they taught me my trade
except for my voice
ill thank you all
and now by my choice
poetry soupers
my main inspiration
a world free of hatred
a nonbiased nation
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