Eulogy
A lifetime wasted.
Keeping holed up,
Rotting in a cell.
Dreaming - no. Falling under a spell.
A lifeline ignited.
Withered ashes still crackle underfoot.
Tethered dreams and aspirations still chained by the Dragon.
Frayed and tattered posters still flutter on the wall.
A life now gone. A date - dash - another.
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Lizaf Asifan
Hey, I'm seventeen, and many of those years have been spent devouring Italian mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I love Italian mint chocolate-chip ice-cream. You should really know that: that I LOVE ITALIAN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE-CREAM (okay, I think you get the picture now, huh?).
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