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Dec 2014
Come fly into my ******* skin
Be my conscience thy friend
Death seems to be the only cure
Please make my flesh your furr
Mind of god, heart from hell
All the demons in my soul to sell
Love seems to be a curse
Just more bodies in my hearse
The boss of this game hard to beat
Yet I will never bow to defeat
Energy seems to never die
A different shape beyond the lies
Rip my eyes out, I am so blind
**** my shadow, I'll be fine
Broken smiles on all these faces
Dead roses in all these vases
I will drink from your ****** sins
And spit it on all these ****** grins
We have to change this pace
I will reclaim my ******* place!
This is my latest poem!
Dustin Goodman
Written by
Dustin Goodman  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Devon Webb
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