The Fleeting Words
Did i say what i should have said
Before i am gone down and dead
I don't fear death but things instead
Before i write them,they have fled
Feelings inside grow like a swell
They drown me in oecans of hell
My destination of death,smells
The words do have deadly sequels
But the scenery has a spell
it's a climate where to relax
By truefeeling
© 2012 truefeeling
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