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Brett was just putting the dishes away when he heard a knock at the door. It was one of those knocks that carried with it a sing-song tune, this one..
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Veiled truth, behind lying eyes,The clown pointed toward the skies.Heaven knows what lies ahead,Some will know, before we're dead.
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very morbid, and dark, sorry if this disturbs u
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my feelings on the drink
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Rage consumes us all,Some of us rise, the rest of us fall.Most of us never answer life's call.We let the phone ring, it's right down the hall.Few of u..
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We are all uniqueThere is no reason to critique.Our genetic code is unlike any otherWe cannot change it, so do not bother.When someone tries to change..
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She cut a hole deep in my heart,I sat there and picked it apart.The wound slowly healed,But more was revealed.The cut reopen,And again my heart was br..
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I sit n think,I sit n drink.My drinkin does my thinkin,While my thinkin does my drinkin.The drink dulls my pain,While my heart beats my brain.I crawl ..
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here are some poems about i wrote about Fozzy the Bear
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Both of these poems include Pennywise, the dancing clown...one is to my ex, the other is to my bestie
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