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I am writer,
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I am not a fighter,
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But the pen is stronger than the sword,
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and spilling blood isn't as powerful as a single word,
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Fear that of which the writer will write,
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Cause the writer is always right,
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And his knowledge is what you think of till the end of the night.
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They put on a mask,
As they reach for the flask,
As they lie to those they love sayin this is there last drink,
They love their friends more at least you would think,
But they will drink till the moon turns pink,
Then just one last sip,
Cause they still have this one dry lip.

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70 horses
run 70 ways
as my 70th poem
scare them always
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Remem­ber when we ran away,
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Remember when saying I love u was all I could say,
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Remember when we would run into each other's passionate caress,
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Now we are in this ugly mess,
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But with all these good times in our mind,
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It allows us to hide behind,
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Foot long smiles,
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That we can wear for miles,
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Thank you for the good days,
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That keep me going when things go the wrong ways.
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I will fall for you if you fall for me,
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If we fall for each other we will be falling free,
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And I promise as we grow close to the ground,
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My love will be the loudest sound,
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That echoes gracefully in your ears,
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And I will wipe away all your tears,
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Because I Love U.
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I
AM
SAD POOR HUNGRY ALONE
DYING
AND
IN NEED
OF
LOVE