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John B
Poems
May 2016
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My dealer came and went
We talked about the war
I read 100 poems
It only scratched the sore
My mind keeps playing music
My ear is to the door
It plays upon the tension
Of my heart down on the floor
I know I'm not a mastacist
I know you're not a *****
But I would give up anything
To see you once more
My heart strings played by telephone
This ringing in my ears
My drug of choice before me
I can't squelch the flow of tears
I don't want a taste
It's clear to me this pain insides for you
So I won't waste it
Should it do you good
I'll suffer worse than wounds
If it would make you smile
I'd pluck out my eyes
I'd gouge out my ears
But the rain itself would be your tears
They soak my tired shoulders
Is it in my heart or in my mind
What can I cut to free myself
I can't leave you behind
I was born for the end but if you were a zombie I'd seek a cure.
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John B
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