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Tsuki Tatsumaki Poem
Fleeting, life's a dream,
Sinking into the darkness,
We wake to nothing.
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Sh, sh, close your eyes,
silent night broken by your painful cries.
Your heart is broken, I can tell;
it's okay, for mine is as well.
Don't ever wonder why or how,
just know mommy's with the angel's now.
The blood is nothing, mommy just fell,
there's something years from now I have to tell.
Mommy doesn't want you to be sad,
she'd want you happy, so please be glad.
She was a wonderful person, I'm sure you kow,
twenty is much too young to go.
You're also to young, only five,
I'm glad that at least you're alive.
C'mon baby, daddy's here,
we're all alone now, I fear.
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You were my first love,
but the soul in you is gone,
Rest in peace my friend,
Everyone misses you,
we all want you back dearly.
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Tears trickle down her face,
Her eyes gently close.
For a second she forgets her race,
for a second, her woes.
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Tsuki Tatsumaki Poem
With a baby in my arms,
keeping it from harm,
I hold back tears of shame,
for I have only fifteen years to my name.
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Tsuki Tatsumaki Poem
Sometimes you dance,
sometimes you sing.
Happiness
has a nice ring.
I know there's something,
something deep inside.
Let it all out;
there's no need to hide.
Sometimes you need to cry,
let it all out.
Give up the words,
and just shout!
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The cry,
The crimson pain.
The suffering,
The salty rain.
The thought-to-be,
The oh so real.
The disaster,
The death from what we feel.
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I'm ready to go,
ready to die.
Ready for my heart to slow
ready for me to say goodbye.
Hold me tight,
I love you boo.
Goodbye and goodnight,
I hope you love me too.
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Tsuki Tatsumaki Poem
Is there a difference
between the cold and the snow?
The snow is new,
but the cold, it knows.
It's been there forever,
and for so long in my bitter heart.
It's seen nations fall,
and me get torn apart.
The snow is new
each and every year.
It knows nothing of sorrows,
nothing of my fears.
The cold is eternity,
the cold is forever.
The snow will melt away,
but the cold in my heart, never.
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Tsuki Tatsumaki Poem
There was once a lad who dreamed of Mars,
of flying high to see the moon and stars.
But his heart his family did break,
when all his dreams his family did take.
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