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Re: Continuous Poem - All of ours. Participate! :D -
October 4th 2014, 04:20 AM
A paper, pen, and a gliding hand,
used to express;
with the hopes for one to understand
my utter distress.
But definitely not to impress.
Just for me and only to show
what lives behind my lies -
what you don't know.
My poems are my cries.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers
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