If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?
The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow?
From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknown
In all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan

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And every rock could become a stone
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Hunger strikes on its own last breath
No spine to shiver, no heart talks
At lifeâ€™s craving poverty mocks

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...and when we die
we die alone
I cry, I cry alone
Like a piece of stone
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to atone...to atone
Only to atone...

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Written soul is called poetry

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If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.

— Walt Whitman

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