Poetry is a way of
being
It is who we are
It flows through our
veins
It flows through our
marrow
It drips from our
savage teeth
Goodnight
Good night Sweet dreams and Waky weed Silly Demented Psychedelic Dream landscape Alice in wonderland Chase the white See how far the ra...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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