paul-f-claytonWhisper

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GingerBorn in nineteen thirty five / To reside at "Tick Tock park" / A whole life marred by damaged lungs
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Ode to a good bossTo my boss, I'd like to dedicate / This jovial kind of poem / though It really turns my stomach / Kn
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The Stone BasiliskIn the centre of the ruins / A carved stone creature stands / His mighty beak is open / As are the t
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Plastic paradoxThe man with the plastic face / He has cloudy, liquid eyes / His fibre moustache and the thick dense
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Voices from the pastI can hear voices / Voices from the past / But, only when I'm driving / When I'm driving fast / "It'
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Whispering his nameThe entity was with him from an early age / She constantly whispered his name / She waited until he
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Final momentsIn his final moments / He clutched his sheet in fear / Staring at the wallpaper / He knows his time
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The EndDevoid of any memory / In the cold dark void so black / No reason to go forward / No yearning to go
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EpitaphWalking in the dead of night / Almost apprehensive of the sky / Stars sparkle in the black expanse /
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Lost causeA young man walks with his head down / Through a town on the outskirts of Hell / Averting his gaze f
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