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Liquid colored moon light beams;
shining down on me.
Telling me the lies I turned a deaf ear on.
Pain of many souls to reap;
heaving onto my shoulders for there I keep.
Questions that fall in midnights hour;
laughing, mocking, stripping me of my power.
But how would you feel to be set a straight;
for problems, and figures that you didn't create.
It's hard in this world,
with ear shattering screams.
It makes me want to wake up from this living dream.
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0.0 oh snap my poetry is weird.
 Dumb of the Duck · Thu Apr 17, 2008 @ 08:27am · 0 Comments |
