No poem after twenty-two
I'm no rimbaud
I'm ****** ******, A *** nation
I am the Sinbad
keep prayin', Feed the wall
Dream catcher made of spider eyes
nightmares all night long
...
alone in my bed
deamons scream in my head
...
thin white duke
all in black
when your times come
there is no going back
...
**** hello poetry if they don't like me
I don't like me too
looks not books
***** and boots
boys are on toys
nails
,
crosses
&
bones
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