The Beginning of My Notes
I live and think live
though think die - still I live
speak that death fears me not
truth - fear every day
when death comes, will these thoughts and dreams ever be known?
I want to leave my legacy
and let my world be shown
today I act unlike tomorrow
three days unlike last week
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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