Harry Mora
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Bring out your deadA Poem by Harry MoraI run from ghosts But I run to the past A ressurection that would surely be in vain Of a past that only ever brought me pain I'm haunted by what .. |
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Misery In The NightA Poem by Harry MoraMy demons stalk me through my days. When good memories and family can keep them at bay. At night they find me when I'm weak. They tear through me like.. |
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When Angels Call?A Poem by Harry MoraThrough the course of this tortured existence I've given up on every dream My heart's been pierced by this doubt And I'm much too weak to scr.. |
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Death Becomes MeA Poem by Harry MoraThese chemicals inside me, slowly tainting all I see. Broken hearted attitude, Self inflicted solitude. Death holds my hand softly. .. |
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If I Close My EyesA Poem by Harry MoraWhat if I should close my eyes and never wake? This world, which has become sickening to me Just as I sicken it in turn, Would this .. |
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Razorlines and VicodinA Poem by Harry MoraDrowning in this chemistrySeems a fitting place for you and meDance in insincerityMocking love in the miseryDying here for you to seeRipping out my he.. |
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Whipping BoyA Poem by Harry Mora |
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Ghost Of MeA Poem by Harry MoraThin razor lines, Trace this miserable filigree. Scars build up over time, To numb this lost identity. I see you standing there, .. |
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A Little DeathA Story by Harry MoraYou never know WHAT you'll find in the nightlife |
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The TurningA Story by Harry MoraLove can send us down many paths |
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