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R.I.P.
Yesterday
My brain
Was wrought
Like iron
In, and on, fire
Shaped
And hammered
Into a multitude
Of thoughts
And like iron
Today
I
Rust in peace
by Jemia
My brain
Was wrought
Like iron
In, and on, fire
Shaped
And hammered
Into a multitude
Of thoughts
And like iron
Today
I
Rust in peace
by Jemia
Published 14th May 2021
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- Edited 18th Nov 2021 8:45pm
14th May 2021 12:42pm
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14th May 2021 2:10pm
14th May 2021 8:52pm
hi, i tried to respond to your message, re my comments on your poem but it wouldn't work, but this is my response "hi RIAN, i genuinely didn't mean anything offensive, i'm always making analogies, and looking at links to words, and events, and was really interested at the possibility of an eighth colour, i'm really sorry my comment upset you." Jemia
14th May 2021 3:29pm
