pandi
Thief
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Post by pandi on Jan 7, 2005 14:04:14 GMT -5
this is a crappy poem, with crappy style, and crappy flow.
where does my broken heart go as you shatter it with your fist why do my eyes swell with pain
where do my tears fall as i vomit in the sink why do my knees grow weak
where does my head hit as i fall upon the floor why does the room go black
where is my funeral held as i lay in my coffin asleep why did you ever dare to show up
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