Poems by Joe

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  • I cant remember
    the last time you cared about anything...

  • I tremble as i walk through the cemetery of love,
    and i stumble upon something which was sent from...

  • I bury this love six feet under,
    For nobody to see nor plunder...

  • It started with God's beautiful creation in eden,
    the place in which man was casted out for treason...

  • I some times visit the place where I laid my love...
    I flashback and remember the playing, tickling...