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A tribute poem i made, honoring the reality of journelists underfire
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Follow me down, phionx bird
Ignore all that you have heard
Follow me, you will see
Crimson trees where you will be
Look to me, eturnal friend
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A story i wrote about a afternoon i spent in the woods recently
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Her days are light
As she waits for night, enclosing in her
Gentle shame
I know her name, and ive played her game
And so have many more befor..
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"Walls, barriors and defences are only useful when they go unnoticed. As soon as the nieve soldier realizes that the defences exist, he cant help ..
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The poets guard snake squeeled fancy endevours into the sky, shy is the kind killer as he arose from the shallow grace shaped napsack
Squarming b..
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A poem i wrote about a school called river trail elementry
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Running past the earth
Running until its done
Sprinting down the trail searching for hellish fun
Its fun
Falling down the hill
Killers lyin..
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An analogy poem i wrote about puberty and rebellion
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Long lost hated friend
Why do you haunt me?
Cruel, nieve child
You float through my mind for free
Urinating on every momentum
Soiling every..
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