Lifes Name Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Lifes Name

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Feeding the desire.
Turning blood into water.
Such a beautiful wasteland.
Finally quenching the fire.
A clock still ticking all the way down to the wire.
Life so short, yet so exotic.
A precious gift that we are no so easily willing too just let go.
Go ahead give her a name.
But know that won't change a thing.
Snuffed out as quick as she came.

Monday, June 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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