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Poems
Sep 2018
grieving for snakes
bodies for my shrapnel
lay limp on the street
like dogs in the summer time.
i will bring my storm to you.
have faith in my punch,
believe it.
but donβt you trust
a survivor.
they wouldnt know
how to leave a city in wake.
they wouldnt know not to
pull the knife out.
i am a hurricane with skin
and i will
rip your house in half
if i have time to catch a glimpse.
you can pack your bags
and flee but
i dont stay gone.
i live on forever,
i dont die easy.
the toll will raise.
i havent had internet for awhile so im posting a few that have been building up
#knife
#shrapnel
#bodies
#limp
#city
#leave
#toll
#skin
#wake
#gone
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20/M/canada
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