can you hear me
you may see me
i let you tred your feet so freely
ive been abused for way too long
soon you will notice when im gone
but i am yours and yours to keep
now im growing old, old and weak
im speaking for peace
can you keep me neat
because everything that begins must come to an end

nicholas casillas

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