Every day could be our last,
So dance in the sun
Full and bright.
Every breath could be our last,
So fill your lungs with air,
Pure and sweet.
Every word could be our last,
So speak with a passion,
One last fire-y stand.
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
