Dead Poet
I'm dead
by the deeds I never do
I'm toxic to the flower
which bloomed from my roots
I'm an expired soul
who took my heart as a whole
I was torn away by the pieces
which I picked to save
I'm a dissected seed
to the plants I nurtured
I'm deceased
letting my words bleed eternally
I'm a dead poet
singing my last breath
I'm dead and lost
by living my heart to the fullest.
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