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Jul 2013
On the hills of mother America
Somewhere on the greatest of plains
Ten thousand jagged rocks cover my grave
You'll never see them
Only because they have an invisible weight
It is the weight of my insanity
The weight of the darkness in my soul
A weight that cannot be measured
So stone my grave
With your hate filled words
I'll know I'm still alive
Somewhere in the confines of your heart and mind
Another bored poem.
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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