Glorious short poem

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My death, your friend, pretend to end this suffering of sorts, I grin
It’s clear, as looking through a window, of what I see in thee a din
Don’t ever forget you are a boy who met a man triumphantly grim
I made it across a field of mud, running with wolves to win
They wanted sheep and I gave them defiance so then they silenced him
I am still here in my own guidance and you shall never find me in
To die with secrets of mind, travelling to distances not measured within
A fascination of the soul endeavors to keep me whole forever without sin
Here lies a man with no deference or conclusion to weigh on another, my kin
I stood tall in thick skin but the ship still sails to warm waters where a beach harbours my soul waiting for another wind.

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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