Tag: poets
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Felony
Buried under the misery of A hundred thousand centuries. That were lived in two decades Of pain, arson, and larceny. I believe there’s a world beyond the grief of loss, betrayal, and peace. But what’s to belief, if belief is Nothing but a temporary vehicle. Vehicle of truth, reason, and a heap Of mistakes forgiven…
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Oh! How would they?
Two years a penny fair, life starts and ends there. What if I wasn’t here? Is there a place that’d be better? Porcelain skin with honey tongue, now feels they’re simple vampires. Do they mean to be this way? I know not, will they let me devour? Oh how would they, pale blooded, they haven’t…