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Those Silly Little 4 Letters..For many years now I have held the belief that you could tell a lot about a person with two simple questions, and that death was the subject of both of them. Of course, asking someone you’ve just met questions of this sort might freak them out a bit, and going inside of their heads is just not an option I‘m willing to try. So when I was presented with an opportunity to write about this, I jumped with glee at it. I knew exactly what I had to do, and I set out to do it….Well, I didn’t really go anywhere besides the comfort of my own desk and room, but this is not to say I didn’t get some interesting answers none the less. The questioThose Silly Little 4 Letters..
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Our Battle is a HolidayThe tantalizing beckoning of a coal laced smile, Fluffy clouds of white, pendant from flopped pages of skin, Lies, words of a ’self-proclaimed’ genies, deceived even worthy minds.Our Battle is a Holiday
Selfless gifts of less, and falser surprises of more. Let’s say- sing- loud clanging and clattering will make it all better. -a get go into battle.
We feel - felt. Not now. no more.
Self-destruction has a date, one we’d be of fake mind to miss.
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Love is a HouseAt first their love was strong, A newly built house, As time came a long, The walls began to break, The floors became wet, With salt,Love is a House
Tears and sweat. The windows grew dark, The man found a new lover. The paint cruste
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Us, Flowers in ConcreteThe heart, plastic and turmoil,Us, Flowers in Concrete
deceives, Into some dim impulse. Seeping into ignorance, Drowning to the six feet in. Holding into heated legs, Snapping at its foil skin. Reflections of a brave new world, Bright yet desolate, A world that hugs and cradles the children, The way the car sustains the oil. A heated, warm last remorse, At some expended epitaph. The one last chance these mammals have To prove what they are worth. Holding down the man, To help to seed the crop. Roots dug into shredded dirt
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