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Dec 2015
These walls of mine are now going up
yeah, like walls hung by chains
for everything you said
you weren't at all
clankity-clank-clank they're going up
because of all the lies you have told
My, Oh, My
you were bold
to think you could even keep up with me
or even begin to comprehend, or see
all your skeletons, and trash tossed to ground
where holy light has shined I've found
that my angels really do exist
your stupid theory's will still persist
about the Universe
Oh, ***** really? you're so profound
I'm sending you into infinity through my mind
and, sound.
I feel sorry for your wife
for you have stolen her entire life
Surprise, surprise you have a wife?
*Well, **** off Mister...
I have a life
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 12th, 2015
TigerEyes
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TigerEyes  I live in my imagination
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