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Death, I know that you can sting
Poison my wine, I will drink
For if I begin to count
The knives, arrows and bullets
You have put into my chest
The ears that hear will go deaf
For eyes that saw still shed tears.
Death, I know that you can bite Between those claws and white teeth
I give you reasonable doubts
Not because, am scared of you
Nor because, am weak to fight
But, that stinging bees build hives
And ants that bite, still build hills.
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Million candles burnt To realize a dream I was the best there was And I knocked giants down Back in school days. They really craved…
It was a quiet night Under the Starlights I sat and admired The way the sky shone From a distant mile… Came a friendly breeze…
Woah… Have a blog on death which am unsure of uploading but your Sonnet might push me ahead
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nice one there bro
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