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A queit ending, no words said
No one left but,
you can tell it's gone ....dead
nothing to do witha flesh interference
Like I can see him,
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Buzz Buzz, no bee, daddy's drunk again
Waterfalls, no beauty, salty tears
Dead With A Pulse
Step on a crack, no crete or superstition, moms addicte..
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This poem is old but it was fun to write. My mind was just wandering then I started to write. Hope you enjoy.
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Hands on the knob, she slams the door behind her,
you can feel weight heavy vibrations penetrate yout chest as she stomps down the stairs,
she we..
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In my childhood Santa made his little helpers play with his toy,
and the toothfairy had a fetish,
the Easter Bunny let's everybody find her "eggs".
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