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Ferocious monster under my bed Again you come you enter my head
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A rust covered heart covered in gold an abandoned child's story unfolds
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Just another hate poem Just another sad song
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Unripe and unfinished surface shattered
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The river must rise
the tide must flow
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Truculent demons sway side to side while irony pins the mind flat across the board
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Intitally love stings you
a buzzing bee filled with pain
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The scenirio shouted out perfect Intangiable feelings grasped by my fingertips
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a checkered shirt marked with a pickle stain her soul in which no devil can claim
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Hearts aching
all with severed ends
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A solitary puff floats through the atmosphere a woman caught between two truths stares up into hell
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Impossible truly skeptical
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The race begins, with an expected leader
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The kids scatter throughout the street
Running, tripping, bleeding through the seams
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The race begins, with an expected leader
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One event tunneling to another One thought leading to another
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Hidden in an infinite darkness shadows swallow the night
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Stuck in an infinite hour Between prison and freedom
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So much time pull it away from its bone
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Hatred deciet cruelty all these words popped into my head
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Have you ever had a day a minute
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Crystal clear midnight sky pulsing stars vibrate through the night
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While squirming around on the gray leather seat, I allowed the sharp winter’s night air to rush in through the wide open window creating mountains of goose bumps. The six hour drive from the southern Adirondacks had drained a
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Gifts, abilities, talents galaore Packed with us when we were born
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Two people sharing a heart Souls interlocked and bolted shut
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Twirling around spinning at the speed of light
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Christmas time is the time of year when green and red pulsating lights match the speeding beat of a child’s heart. Spirit encompasses every block of the city. Snowflakes drift quietly to the ground, crushed by stampedes of sh
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There's something about the familiar
Comforting like the emotionless hug from a cheap polyester teddy bear
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invisible spirits roaming around
some say ghost or magic perhaps
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twisted manipulated
formed into poems
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This is my apology note
A poem that must be shown
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You know how it feels when life gets hard
so many choices to go wrong
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Anger
burning thousands of fires
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