Pól
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Final thoughtsA Poem by PólI want to die,wither, a sighleave all behindno kithno kindnothing that binbs.Fretsfearand the searing searing painvanish.Extinct.Just like me. |
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un seisiúnA Poem by PólUn seisiúnAka " a session"Ingredients;2 or more Irish peopleMusicGenerous amount of the black stuffMix the ingredients thoroughly, ensuring tha.. |
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SilkA Poem by PólIs it better to love,loselive in the pastlife beginningwhenyou met her?Or do I care that your hairIs a lighter hueor that her beauty and charmmy sense.. |
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TimberrrrrrrrA Poem by Pólwhen theytore that treea mighty oakfrom the earthit left an ugly gapa voida space that could not be filledwhich reminds meof the day she left. |
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DoorsA Poem by PólBoots primedreadyfor that final stepto freedom...glory...heaven, or maybe...what the hellyou'll be immortal either way.So go aheadkick that f*****g do.. |
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Fake, Arse, Girls, DrinkA Poem by PólI would if I couldpero no puedoI would shout out loudpero no tengo una vozI would run up that hillpero me temo que me caeríaand I would tell yo.. |
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