deathA Poem by bubblefetrange finderintertwined with death theese black ribbons hand from my war torn vest colorfull now as im drained it wont b the last blood of the day the gears never stop and cant b destroyed if you slip up and get caught up youve just been played say your goodbyes and make peace while you can there wont b time when its to late to do it man © 2015 bubblefet |
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Added on August 3, 2015 Last Updated on August 3, 2015 Author
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