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tRon
Poems
Mar 2011
sleep til six
shrilly shrieks, uncommon verse
puncture slumbers made so terse
but who to choose to lose these dreams
a poison pick'd, still poison means
said and done i sip with sighs
to wake me to my first arise.
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tRon
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