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Kellen Rogers Poem
Helpless, may be as good as dead,
forgive me i left you.
Stranded with some soulless flesh,
you're misguided at best.
What was a public king,
may not be no better than ash.
you're misguided at best.
The Short arms reach is now a quite miles away,
the decency in your mind is slipping,
you seem to grow to fray.
My passiveness, my nemesis.
Nature got the best of me,
I am misguided at best.
Copyright © Kellen Rogers | Year Posted 2013
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Kellen Rogers Poem
Grant me death from you,
though corpse you drag.
Bury me, and this,
so good it does earth, tomorrow.
Copyright © Kellen Rogers | Year Posted 2013
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