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My political poem/rap
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The earthy, sickly sweet odor of black goldwafts through the stuffy airmixing with the quiet murmurs and abrupt gigglesof long red hair and stickly sc..
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The c**k crowed, crowed, crowed,God flipped the switchthe sun swiveled in the moon swiveled out.I rose from my box and c..
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Blank face with empty starea quiet voice with silent tearsa fake smile and fake laughyes..no,thank you pleasehello and goodbyeThe pain hides behind my..
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The road we are on is a short oneOur two souls will soon grow distantand coldBut, in this momentI have never felt so closeand warm
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I walk alone,In the rain,No friends,No hope,Naught but pain.The lords of the sky,Mock from on high,The thoughts I hold inside,And the feelings I try t..
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Between my fingers, I grasp a rosewith petals of diamond and leaves of emerald.Fragile as glass and strong as stone,Its beauty stands alone.I hold it ..
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I sit, I ponder, I waitMy brain incessantly burbles with ramblings andcoming out in a flash of original thoughtIs the thunderthat breathes the primord..
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Night after night,Day after day,Year after year,We search for a soul,To complete us.So, with a twist of a knife,And a smile on our face,We cut out our..
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A Story by Mr. Q
A serial killer darker than ever seen
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