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Nobody here but me.
There’s a figure
Swinging from a tree.
A trait of personality.
Not depressed,
So much to live for
But just could not see.
Where was he going.
Sowing the seeds
Gathered before.
What will he reap
As he seeps into oblivion.
I don’t write jokes
For blokes.
Seeking mental exhumation.
God send me an angel quickly.