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Apr 2015
I'd steal and I'd bleed,
for a couple hours rest.
I'd probably **** a man,
for just one at best.
And when I say rest,
I don't intend to describe sleep.
Rather just a night,
without ghosts in my dreams.
Sans ominous themes,
I'd even be pleased,
if tomorrow never came and the nightmare would cease.
Jacob Christopher
Written by
Jacob Christopher  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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