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A Poem by gr8naynay

It is morning.

Damn.

Damn the birds

The song;

the light!

To bruise,to brood

This is my morning meal.

That's my soulfood.

No friend I know

Is ever true.

One way or another

They will deceive you.

I feel angry--

primitive.

These teeth will bite flesh,

This mouth will drink blood

of the false and the fresh.

© 2009 gr8naynay

Author's Note

*shrug* I was crazy pissed.

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Added on October 20, 2009
Last Updated on October 25, 2009

Author

gr8naynay

Tulsa, OK

About

I'm a poet who is ready to start getting my stuff out there. I'd like constrtuctive input and I'd like to give it. Most of my poetry rhymes and ranges in theme. Many are about love, loss, saddness, jo.. more..

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Night Terrors