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He holds his gun too his chest, his bible, in his...
he prays silently, that this would not be his last...
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Our love is a Merry Go Round,
Up and down...
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I thought it was meant to be.
I guess some would have called it destiny...
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My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...
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I remember everything you know?
The day the first grade teacher put me in the...
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Take pride in your simple poetry
you don’t owe anyone...
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When I stare into your eyes,
It makes me realize...
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Monday's child is fair of face
The magazine covers she will grace...
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Through regular paths I tread,
regularity soothes the ageing beat...
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It should have been the making of us,
Instead it was the breaking of us...
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Along side each other we walk.
Through the darkest of days...
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Photon travels in a speed of light. But, traumatic...