bullets
in the face of my own being
in the wake of all of this
grasping
resistance
ill-chosen apathy
this being is a guest house
this being is a guest house
this being is a guest house
there are greater things
we're picking out paint swatches
together
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poems rock.
check out my BLOG
cause i have poems there too. :D
Good poem
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