#chubbuck - Hello Poetry

vi. A cry for help to the dead They can't hear so it's okay

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Aug 10, 2014

Aug 10, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC

Pea

Christine

vi. A cry for help to the dead They can't hear so it's okay

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v. My short black hair would soon grow long. In times like this I do not want to remember you.

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC

Pea

Christine

v. My short black hair would soon grow long. In times like this I do not want to remember you.

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ii. They say it's a fear of living Yet they deny That the other is a fear of dying iii. They say suicide is a sin And your soul was sent to hell But if that's true How cruel your God is iv. Who needs God? You were God once; Now you can't be tamed.

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Jul 26, 2014

Jul 26, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC

Pea

Christine

ii. They say it's a fear of living Yet they deny That the other is a fear of dying iii. They say suicide is a sin And your soul was sent to hell But if that's true How cruel your God is iv. Who needs God? You were God once; Now you can't be tamed.

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Your pretty long hair and splat of red on your right cheek You were God once; Now you can't be tamed You prudently hid your neck to prevent jealousy --- You danced wilder, wilder than her; that Isadora But no mother lets her daughter stand so lonely wild so uncontrollably The long, long scarf Keeps making legendary blue and red and black and black; And black and back to blue again and red and black --- The show went on; It still goes on.

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Jun 27, 2014

Jun 27, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC

Pea

Christine

Your pretty long hair and splat of red on your right cheek You were God once; Now you can't be tamed You prudently hid your neck to prevent jealousy --- You danced wilder, wilder than her; that Isadora But no mother lets her daughter stand so lonely wild so uncontrollably The long, long scarf Keeps making legendary blue and red and black and black; And black and back to blue again and red and black --- The show went on; It still goes on.

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