My Poetry
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There grows a land of everthing I've done, and of everything I've have ever seen. A cold mountain hides a warm sun, and fields of dead yellow plains of loving green.
11 lines,
October 7. In Fantasy, Hope, Life, Lyrics, Nature, Other, Pain, Personal, Spiritual, Thoughts
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We are the youth, and we hold the future in our learning hands.
Accept the truth, and suddenly it doesn't matter about the brands
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A love gone bad, sittin' on my bed...Tried to keep my life so level...
Traded the tears she shed...To clear my debt with a dancing devil..
17 lines,
August 8
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I'm breathin' in, accepting sin, just to feed my beast with-in...
Breathin' out, erasin' doubt, just to let my trip begin...again...
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