I dug and I died
Yesterday I dug my grave just for the day of today.
I dug it deep and I dug it round just big enough to fit my emotions.
Once a dug deep enough I jumped right in to wait for the morning sun.
The sun came round and I turned bright red with sadness of emotion.
I was not dead, I was only red, and tomorrow had already come.
Please do not steal,copy, take, use, or rewrite my poems. They are mine. Yes mine. Thanks.
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