OLD willow treeA Poem by Winchester Saltgunnerunknot the guts, disect his heart, drain the blood, pull the limbs apart, for he dream not in color, but black and white, make my memory, a tradgic part of his life, he spit me out like toxic poision, tore my life right down the middle, left my head in riddles, brandon made me sick, he made me weak, it wold of been nicer for him to hang me by a tree, laugh at my death, take pleasure in this morbid crime, let my coarpse rot, on the old willow tree, watch my lips go blue, and body go limp, on the old willow tree, dounse the body in gasoline, and watch me burn, by the old willow tree, © 2013 Winchester SaltgunnerAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 11, 2013 Last Updated on September 11, 2013 AuthorWinchester SaltgunnerWith the Winchesters, OHAbouti will not be with any guy unless...Eh, forget it Ryan waits is my love more..Writing
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