Poem by Ashley Fay
The leaves have withered, the
water has dried…
Nothing moves in sea or sky.
In my dying breath, I must ask…
Quickly, before you also, pass…
How much was it worth to you?
And didn’t you think it’d happen to you?
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Poem by Ashley Fay
The leaves have withered, the
water has dried…
Nothing moves in sea or sky.
In my dying breath, I must ask…
Quickly, before you also, pass…
How much was it worth to you?
And didn’t you think it’d happen to you?
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