Shawn Crider
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Coming to Terms with Cruel RealityA Poem by Shawn CriderNote to self. |
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TalkingA Poem by Shawn CriderTalking Loading up verbal bullets; the salvia massacres pages demonstrating rages often misinterpreted, Strings of your lies I casually trip on.. |
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Keep Your Tongue FreshA Poem by Shawn CriderCheaters. |
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How Many LeftA Poem by Shawn CriderHow Many Left Abandoned, shut down, forgotten the old ways, Say this and don't make a sound, the languages of the new day. You dress your w.. |
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The Execution of MufasaA Poem by Shawn CriderNo clapping is required, actually its unnecessary. Quiet down before the King! Clearing the throat. Adjusting clothes. Polishing his arrogance befor.. |
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Taste: Poisen By NatureA Poem by Shawn CriderSo many things not known only to be discovered; only realizing the truth is knowing nothing at all. Wise men cannot stretch the length of time, in al.. |
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Its Your BodyA Poem by Shawn CriderVibes |
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Isolated SubwayA Poem by Shawn CriderYesterdays news |
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Drinking Amongst the HomelessA Poem by Shawn CriderEvaluation, analysis, streams of consciousness |
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What Is He Going On About!A Poem by Shawn CriderRambles |
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