A day shall come
When all shall be history
Our homes shall grace strangers
Like it happened on our birthdays
Those to which we met in life...
Those to which we hoped meeting
Those to which we never dreamt
Shall all remorse for our sudden demise
With their angry teeth
Marketing their heavy tongues-
Those tongues that wished
But all in vain
Those tongues that awaited the hour to say sorry
But in vain
And those that wished what they didn't understand could be cleared
Live in a worldly dilemma
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