Hung with the people inside.

Hung with the people inside.

A Poem by DreamerLauren
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Inside, so wonderful.

So sigh and wink at life pass by.
Rain drops and red roses.

Sheets and stains plauge .

Tear the sheets and bleech the stains.

These stanered motels.

Practice Catholics, cross their hearts.

Heaven of decomposing.

What a wonderful life?

© 2010 DreamerLauren


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DreamerLauren
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I'm a small town girl with big city dreams. I'm easy to get along with, but complicated on the inside. I live near Boston, It's my home. Well, I'm just new at this, give me time. I have huge ideas , .. more..

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