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Here lie the soldiers of the dead.
Forever restless in their eternal slumber
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Though some say it's just conjecture,
I would posit it's the texture,
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He was known as a poet savant
In the café he was known to haunt
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Walking through the great gallery of the Diamond Run Mall
I spied a diaper clad monkey who was out of control.
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Wait and bleed
It's all I can do...
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I used a massive wordbank to write this so it is very long. Please don't read this just to critticise the length, I was using a certain am
by Writing0Freedom
385 lines, 5 comments,
on Jul 3 12:11 AM. In abuse, pain, sad, society, life, teen, broken, wordbank, long
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In the silence of the night
her brown eyes cast an eerie glow
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Betrayed by bitter anger,
choked by pure deceit
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I tried to steal the world someone yelled, "Stop"
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Once I knew a boy
He was strange and beautiful
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For allowing the acrasial youth
To leave the fortress of his ignorance
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Lunar goddess sitting upon a throne of many stars,
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I sit alone at midnight in a steel diner
There is a cook, a waitress, and an old whiner
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Follies of egotistical youth we cannot deny.
Caustic brutality of our lost childhood, and
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With quintessential eulogy each of us says goodbye to yesterday,
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If I could find a way to crystallise time
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Sunshine is forgotten in the twilight of this creation
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