She died, so it could live.
He died, so they could live.
In the end,
only their names remain.
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Late night thoughts.
Poetrya collection of things that I often (or not), think about during the night, feel free to add your thoughts.
I. Sparta
She died, so it could live.
He died, so they could live.
In the end,
only their names remain.
