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The urn again

If I didnt laugh at my stupidity,

I would die of anothers pain,

Empathic confusion,

Purple fucking rain,

I can be gentle,

Like a father lion,

Or I can drive the devil,

Out of your mind,

We all have talents,

Hidden to find,

Old souls float,

Across our land,

Stand tall, stand,

Sit and hide,

When the fires burn.

Let the records turn,

Enjoy naturally, or learn,

We all end up in an urn,

Until our next turn.

◄ Leon

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