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I actually like this one. I had the first two lines in my head while in my room, and it went on from there. I hope you like it.
~Josh~
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Poetry
My life is a video
Made of dripping wax and crimson candles
Sitting on a plane of loud stereos
I greet the sunrise with my eyes closed
Too much noise, gripping flows
That turn like the sun in a bowl of cheerios
Truth lies blindly within
A world, where there's no such thing as sin
Breaking apart, I am not long for this world
Disappearing on the scarlet letters from your pen.
~End~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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