My Poems

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4. Under the Willow

Under the willow, that's where I'll stay,

And under the ground, I will decay.

My name is carved into a marble stone,

With the bouquet of flowers that, you had thrown.

With all the secrets and lies ever spilled,

And with the dreams that, you had killed.

 

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