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SmokingJess
SmokingJess
My poems speaks for me.
I close my eyes I'm paralysed Front of these monsters I surely can't hide They hear me speak They make me weak I'm dressed in death And my mind is a freak With pain and tears I feed the devils in need Inside my ears they creep whispering words to drown me with fear. (Jess) -L.A.D.
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Dressed In Death.