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Everything must always
remain dead, yet still
ashes would not suffice
Burn the ashes!
you said
Burn the ashes!
You acted as if they would st..
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Our profits which art from plunder
Hallowed be thy game
Thy capital come
Thy shill be done, on Main Street as it is on Wall Street
Give us high ..
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The crooked stem
of a once red rose
that had to die
its petals black
no longer sweet
smells of goodbye
Copyright © 2009 BK Stephens
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the fly that landed
on the leg of my pants
searching for food
and seeking only life
was unfortunate in that
he found only me
and flew off starvi..
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