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Pile of salvation
It's a strange thought that all could be silenced from such little things
Little capsules of salvation, all in a pile
Every night the pile would grow by one
Until the night would come that I could finally be done
Little capsules of salvation, all in a pile
Every night the pile would grow by one
Until the night would come that I could finally be done
Published 13th Apr 2023
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13th Apr 2023 12:30pm
The first time I read your poem I had a much different interpretation than the second time. I like poetry that provokes thought.
