Let me decay back into the earth
Make me known to what I was worth
A great ascending mountain range
With a small home on top
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lol that was long and good is this all the stuff u dream about?
When I was your age I saw pain and death ripped every corner your hope is an eye for truth not to be tainted that if you write happier will you know happiness if you have no-one to ask who may help if you do not know what help to give. If I am tired of listening how do I hear
an amazing creepy poem i too have had such dreams and worse they are brilliant i loved this poem you have done it again, thank you rob...is it ok if i call you that.