White hot lies glowing deep inside your eyes
Your smile fakes memories like a million masked mistakes.
This dagger you dig deep, isn't enough pain to take.
A counter-clockwise twist each time you think of hate,
pulls it out an inch when our realities relate.
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just thoughts in mathclass.
make any sense?
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wow
either you REALY dont like math, or you've got one twisted teacher....nice poem though
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hah...
it was about somebody in my math class
thanks.
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i can feel the heat from here
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^^^ meant to say thanks. my most favortie poet just commented on my poems. you just basically made my day.
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aha wow.
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