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By Arcassin Burnham




Been wronged before,
And now wronged again,
I feel for you,
Voting you to your end,
They should have told me,
They would resent you,
Take you out of the game,
Monopoly,
But they are in jepordy,
because a new group is on the rise,
I swear to god they seen the last of me,
For hurting you,
I'm not surprised,
**** the mafia,
They failed you,
They failed me,
I'm done with them,
Their history,
Listen to me melly,
This is not your last resort,
Just come with me,
We'll make history,
We'll be the poetic group,
In the history of infinity.

I'm not giving up on you.
**** the mafia
Frozen garden statues stare
Blankly into nothingness
Eyes that see all but do not
Perceive anything.

I am frozen, cold as ice,
All of me is blank and numb.
I have eyes that see as well,
I'm just a statue.

-M.H.-
Through the windows I can see,
the gardens are in bloom once more.
I catch a moment of beauty,
it was a fading glance.
Beauty, all around.
Beauty I had
failed to
see!

-M.H.-
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