Before We Grow Old
- Sophia Michelle
- Jan 1, 2022
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 22, 2023

There must be some freedom in death
Amid this eternity of stagnancy
I cannot help but seek more depth
It is finally learning to breathe
Only to find the air is poisoned
Choking, guttering, without a moment of ease
In time, perhaps
Just a bit more
Who can take hold this steadfast heart?
That beats fervently and wildly without restraint
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