A Smile So RyeA Poem by peculiarThey’re bleeding you dry. And you know exactly why, They just cant bare to see you fly. It forces them to see they can’t soar as high. So take to the sky, And fix them with a smile so rye. For in the end we all shall die, So what use is there to hate, judge or cry?
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