Walking Grave – a poem

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I felt no life,

in this flesh, with this name.

Never had a dream of a thing,

like a dead never even wanted fame.

I was a bag full of flesh and blood,

like a walking grave,

neither vicious nor ambitious,

nor a desire and nothing to crave,

I breathe, I fed,

Till the day you met.

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