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Her words were razor sharp
Her hands were like of a beast;
She was a tyrant when it came to relationships
Anti-social, she wounds the world
Be..
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she drinks her wine like a cannibal,
her lips stained like a crimson rose
she sits on an old rocking chair,
it cheating her of her youth
she h..
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break into shards of glass as i
puff on my third cigarette for the morning
the coffee lies cold on the table, where
busy ants make their way to t..
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the night light shines through my window grills
illuminating my head with hope?
no-
hope has passed on, buried in a coffin
thrown into the fur..
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under such hypocrisy she'd think they'd explode from their seats
from which they might break down and confess,
their mistakes grasping their necks t..
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we used to be generous donors to toys 'r' us
your guns and robots, my barbie dolls and houses
our parents paid for the few hours of relief
we weave..
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someday i will stop the hop-
one church to another
one hospital to another
my list of doctors grow in steady numbers,
as cash from the pocket ..
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those eyes condemn my failed existence,
the indifference address my naked shame
i am no more than one who had, pathetically,
fallen off what they..
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days of wastage
the wreckage of the living
the proliferation of
the undead, now dead
banished to where they'd
come from; the world
embraced with..
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i stand innocuously at the side, but
many eyes direct me to the center
i look in the mirror and try to
form words to express myself
outwardly ..
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