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Samuel Lovitt Poem
one day i shall sleep
My body still ,had been reaped
cold..., silent..., nothing?
Copyright © Samuel Lovitt | Year Posted 2014
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Samuel Lovitt Poem
The Enhancing Brace of sleep.
A Journey.
For few.
some, even juvenile, call it "nightmare".
We "dream" nothing that's not entered our minds, thus proving it.
The point to prove.
We all are evil inside.
Which way from the next can not be told.
Except it already.
No perfect shell roams.
But,
Evil or not.
Through Death, Fading of Mortality.
the point to prove
truly describe it
what is the next chapter in ones evil life.
Copyright © Samuel Lovitt | Year Posted 2014
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