Of heartache:
A stone I drag on
Some day I'll never know you
My wretched heartache.
Of forests:
Tucked within a dream
Truly here can I find peace
Where birds sing for me.
Of colors:
Blues and greens of earth
Soothing purples, quenching pinks
Pearls within this bleak.
Of thought:Dont wade into me
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Come out of your shells
Intellectual sad ones
gray will fade to gold
Of Munich:
Such a lovely Youth
Elders spit at me and yell
American whore
Of First Class International Flights:
Rude buissness like men
Thank god the booze is all free
Passout in midflight
Of your face:
...yeahhhhhhhhhhhh
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You need to post more poetry, lady.
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